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Irina BBota Jun 2018
the taste of the wind
reminds me of the sea breeze
inside of Eden
Irina BBota Jun 2018
letter to my life
I woke up in love you
please don't let me down
Irina BBota Jun 2018
Mistress of the Sun,
I dress words in metaphores.
Tell the Moon I’m home.
Irina BBota Jun 2018
Until tomorrow
I’ll send you paper kisses
From the night’s prison.
Irina BBota Jun 2018
I smell an intruder, a spy in my house.
Is he coming from the dark zone
on a day it raines forever?
Does he wants my seven tears
or my smile?
Or Yesterday’s days that made
me cry?
He woke me up, leaving traces
in my nightmare,
I was a sad soul in torment,
he was my source of despair,
but I knew it wasn’t
my last evening on Earth,
I confessed all my sins,
since my mother gave me birth,
thinking who’s going to win in hell
if the mirror cracked, or tolls the bell?
I stopped being the girl
who plays with the fire,
calling the devil in disguise a big liar,
‘cause he tried to promise me the heaven,
but I still got my lives to live: seven!
Irina BBota Jun 2018
I feel like a bride
In the valley of white dolls,
As I lay dying.
Irina BBota Jun 2018
Unbearable sounds
These tears of the butterflies.
Why are they so sad?
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