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Dana Skorvankova Jun 2016
Invisible amount of lightning
Measured by things we need
*But I really owed them something
The same part as Life owes me
Dana Skorvankova Jun 2016
I've never thought I might hear you
Without a thing being told
Well and I've never thought you're not about to
Write again a single word
Dana Skorvankova Jun 2016
That life as we heard of
For those who live it
There's a kind of sad happiness
I enjoy differently,

Incurable is this weight
Descending with the smoke
Rainy landscape is the only
Attitude worthy.

During three straight days
Cruel fate of the dead and punished
Love wearies or disappoints
On the God's march,

No inner dimension
O tarnished happiness
Wondrous lands sheltered me
Left in peace so cold and large.
Dana Skorvankova Jun 2016
Our dreams hunt us like we were their own threats
The internal and external worlds blur together
One's mind becomes slow and sensitive to every change
For we became the betrayed ones for now and ever.
Dana Skorvankova Jun 2016
The muted state of this world
Keeps disturbing
The shivering noise of my thoughts

..Then I close my eyes..

THE SAXOPHONES OF THE WORLD

I heard them saxophones
In the air

I heard the only saxophone
In this whole world
With its tunes
Floating
High

I once heard the song of a saxophonist
Who died in the gutter,

However,
Something about painting the open seas
is so refreshing.
Dana Skorvankova Jun 2016
These words that fill my mouth
Have nothing to do with what I
Wanted to say  ~


Can we listen to the wind of the past?
Dana Skorvankova Jun 2016
It got me into pieces but
I shall not be here
In pain anymore

Shivering life
& I love its poetry
But I must go.
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