Category : Poems

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The river of love
  In my heart has dried up,
 I have left behind what I loved.
 
 And I have nothing
 in front of me to rejoice me, 
 Just some tears that never stop
  Reproducing themselves.

The river of pain
  Flows through my veins,
Even  the air I breathe 
 Makes me feel weak.