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Nasztázia Dec 2014
Saddest are the songs
that are sobbed through
the cracking of the dawn

Bravest are the hearts
that whisper "I love you"
knowing there's no chance
to hear "I love you" back

Loneliest are the hands
that hold many other by
the tips of their finger
but touch no hearts

****** are the people
that wear a blindfold
as a smile
Nasztázia Dec 2014
Children with big eyes
roam through my dreams
they carry smiles of unrest
hauntingly beautiful
and dark

The children never look at me
instead they touch my face
with their tiny fingers
they color my fears lighter
and they leave
without a "goodbye"

The children never grow
they laugh and dance and smile
as I dream of them
through my November nights

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