poetry

poetry

Adrijene, nemoj da se duriš!Vrati se!U redu grešila samduge godine nisam se vracala kuci,ali sam ti uvek krilada je to zato što sam bila u zatvoru!Grešila sam priznajemcesto sam tukla psa,ali sam te volela!Adrijene, nemoj da se duriš!Vrati se!

Adrijene, nemoj da se duriš!Vrati se!U redu grešila samduge godine nisam se vracala kuci,ali sam ti uvek krilada je to zato što sam bila u zatvoru!Grešila sam priznajemcesto sam tukla psa,ali sam te volela!Adrijene, nemoj da se duriš!Vrati se!

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Les rêves sont seuls les réalités de la vie.

Les rêves sont seuls les réalités de la vie.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Mind's acres are forever green: Oh, IShall keep perpetual summer here; I shallRefuse to let one startled swallow die,Or, from the copper beeches, one leaf fall.

Mind's acres are forever green: Oh, IShall keep perpetual summer here; I shallRefuse to let one startled swallow die,Or, from the copper beeches, one leaf fall.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

It is our fate to give ourselves most lavishlyto those who'd rather not be burdened with the gift

It is our fate to give ourselves most lavishlyto those who'd rather not be burdened with the gift

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Ik weet nietof er woorden bestaandie de geur van je huidkunnen vangen, het beweeglijkelicht in je ogen, de warmtedie in me opspringt zodraje me aanraakt, het rullegevoel van je haaraan mijn vingertoppen,de bloemblaadjestere huidvan je oogleden tegenmijn lippen.Als daar woorden voor waren,kon ik alles snelvastleggen op papiervoor als je er niet bent(en dat is dikwijls).

Ik weet nietof er woorden bestaandie de geur van je huidkunnen vangen, het beweeglijkelicht in je ogen, de warmtedie in me opspringt zodraje me aanraakt, het rullegevoel van je haaraan mijn vingertoppen,de bloemblaadjestere huidvan je oogleden tegenmijn lippen.Als daar woorden voor waren,kon ik alles snelvastleggen op papiervoor als je er niet bent(en dat is dikwijls).

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Ah! The anguish, the vile rage, the despairOf not being able to expressWith a shout, an extreme and bitter shout,The bleeding of my heart.

Ah! The anguish, the vile rage, the despairOf not being able to expressWith a shout, an extreme and bitter shout,The bleeding of my heart.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

What is this life so full of care,We don't have time to stand and stare.

What is this life so full of care,We don't have time to stand and stare.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

This man has talent, that man geniusAnd here's the strange and cruel difference:Talent gives pence and his reward is gold,Genius gives gold and gets no more than pence.

This man has talent, that man geniusAnd here's the strange and cruel difference:Talent gives pence and his reward is gold,Genius gives gold and gets no more than pence.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Yes, I am proud; I must be proud to seeMen not afraid of God afraid of me.

Yes, I am proud; I must be proud to seeMen not afraid of God afraid of me.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Memory revises me.

Memory revises me.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

brave love, dreamnot of staunching such strict flame, but come,lean to my wound; burn on, burn on.

brave love, dreamnot of staunching such strict flame, but come,lean to my wound; burn on, burn on.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

How do I learn to speakwhen silence is all I know?

How do I learn to speakwhen silence is all I know?

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

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