Category : Poems

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 In all the days already past.

 The past grabs me like a pincer

 And doesn't let me enjoy

 What I've gathered so far.  
When I try to walk, I fall down.

When I try to hope for the best,

 I count all the bad days I had.
  No one told me how I should live properly, 

I get it as a lesson when my loved ones 

Don't remember me...

All the good things, I've already lost them.
  I was looking for the stars

 And I didn't see the sun coming.

I was looking for the sky and I didn't see

 The flower growing at my grave.