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Maria 2d
What a ridiculous night…
It’s cold.
My body wants love a lot,
It’s bold.
It wants embraces and caresses
Till one drops.
What a ridiculous night…
It’s lachrymose.

What an immoral spring…
It’s obscene.
En masse and at me in whole
It’s too mean.
I thought I could do everything.
I was mistaken.
What an immoral spring…
My pain is untaken.

What an endless year…
It’s torture.
There’s no happiness and pain is
Too often.
I wish I could burn it out
In whole.
What an endless year…
Stop it all!

What a short tiny life…
It’s frustrating.
I thought that everything lies ahead.
And time is unending.
And I can correct everything
And create.
What a short tiny life…
I want it more! Wait!
Maria 1d
I want to go home so much!
I want to go to my open essence.
There’s coffee on the table. It’s undrunk.
And there’s my future, which is pure taintless.

I want to go home, to my place.
The time is ripe: my heart and soul are holed.
To hell with being along! I go home!
I am invisible. And here I am cold.
73 · Jan 23
My old life
Maria Jan 23
I’ve stepped again into my old life.
I know it’s nohow and nowhere.
I lived there, yeah, I was there long.
But I don’t pick out it, however.

I keep in mind my love to you.
I lost myself, chucked wildly and fouly.
My life was ruined and I was nowhere.
I swapped myself for you blindly.

I was cheerful for you and gloomy,
Freaky and as a gold itself.
If you wanted, I could be a dummy.
But I’ve never been just myself.

I always was near, but you didn’t sight of.
I left one day, but you returned.
And I’m here again. Again it’s all here!
And what is needless is simply crossed.

I’m like a kitten, blind and lost,
I’m crawling out at sounds or light.
I’ll hide in this life for now perharps
As if I’m not here for quite.
70 · 12h
At dawn
Maria 12h
I’ll be waiting for you at dawn,
Where the night ends,
Where birds chirp in whisper
Like elves from fairylands.

I’ll wash my feet with cool dew
And I will be calmly awaiting,
Where pure thoughts are twisting with osiers
And creating dreams, fascinating.

I’ll be waiting for you at dawn.
Come some morning. I’m here,
Where dew is cool and all-pure
And our dreams are near.

— The End —