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May 2019
Shouldn't the stars be blamed
and the roses, and the coasts?
Why aren't the poems of great love
and tales of severe gallantry
locked in a distant vault?

Where no soul with surging youth
no child with raw ambitions
can reach or see them.

For they allow lethal hopes
give misplaced illusions.
Amuse a few passing breaths
and mock for a lifetime.
The strong incoherence between the reality and the beliefs can be unpleasant at times.
Written by
Parth Jain
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   Bogdan Dragos
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