Category : Poems

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I let others be happy without me, 
I think this is the best decision I could make.
 I will be happy on my own,
 Happiness ends quickly if it goes
 Through many hands. 

 Rain of snowflakes dances with my ghost,
 Cold water flows in the broken glass.
A few lies warmed my heart,
 But it all ended when I realized...

 That everything fragile breaks,
 That words are like the wind - resounds,
 And then they go far away 
And never return into my ears or soul.