"pune" poems - Hello Poetry

Waiting in the forest Rain in my face Pune needles under my feet Free& naked, we are here There are no businesses to fund No corporations to protest Only us. Only now. Me. You. The dirt & the trees That's all there is in this moment

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May 9, 2014

May 9, 2014 at 4:53 PM UTC

victoria-peacock

Natural Living

Waiting in the forest Rain in my face Pune needles under my feet Free& naked, we are here There are no businesses to fund No corporations to protest Only us. Only now. Me. You. The dirt & the trees That's all there is in this moment

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They say it's cliché, writing a poem about being alone on your birthday. Cause how could you be alone, with the not-so-faux paradise of the gently swaying lush greenery that sprouts tweety-bird yellow over your head, complete, with the insistent ca-caw of the Red-throated beak that doesn't let you sleep on the anniversary of your birth. How could you be alone with the contrast beneath, the contest of of somnabulism between the rickshaw and the great grey suzuki, that perfectly encompasses the colour of Europe. The barking stray dogs in the Pune streets, the rustle of the parakeet palms in the monsoon breeze. You're stuck in a shell of unending continuity, howling canines and Hindi beats, honking cars and the buzz of your mind. alone. and old.

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Aug 7, 2015

Aug 7, 2015 at 5:58 AM UTC

a-f-moment

Pune

They say it's cliché, writing a poem about being alone on your birthday. Cause how could you be alone, with the not-so-faux paradise of the gently swaying lush greenery that sprouts tweety-bird yellow over your head, complete, with the insistent ca-caw of the Red-throated beak that doesn't let you sleep on the anniversary of your birth. How could you be alone with the contrast beneath, the contest of of somnabulism between the rickshaw and the great grey suzuki, that perfectly encompasses the colour of Europe. The barking stray dogs in the Pune streets, the rustle of the parakeet palms in the monsoon breeze. You're stuck in a shell of unending continuity, howling canines and Hindi beats, honking cars and the buzz of your mind. alone. and old.

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take me to PuNe baby or I'll take you in the back of my self-induced naked hallucinations as words ***** themselves from my gut too impertinent to do drugs solely high off of your jargon you don't know how bold I am stardust sugar and spice and everything nice covered in salt dripping tar black salt just like you hedonistic all humans hedonistic but this is my joie de vivre pUnE baby race me to the finish line pisces and scorpio bleeding atmospheres between them maybe my skin is too salty black tar for sweet tongues but you forget I am relentless relentless and will not allow a consignation to oblivion I'll be in PuNe relentless

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Apr 24, 2015

Apr 24, 2015 at 10:45 PM UTC

sweet-ridicule

pune BaBy

take me to PuNe baby or I'll take you in the back of my self-induced naked hallucinations as words ***** themselves from my gut too impertinent to do drugs solely high off of your jargon you don't know how bold I am stardust sugar and spice and everything nice covered in salt dripping tar black salt just like you hedonistic all humans hedonistic but this is my joie de vivre pUnE baby race me to the finish line pisces and scorpio bleeding atmospheres between them maybe my skin is too salty black tar for sweet tongues but you forget I am relentless relentless and will not allow a consignation to oblivion I'll be in PuNe relentless

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It's always good to make friends, wherever you go After all, every new place has its set of challenges And in order to overcome them It's better to have someone at your side As they say, you don't have to do everything on your own Well, making friends may not seem all that difficult But keeping them is a different matter altogether There must be some common ground The place where you meet The company where you work The college where you study Your hobbies, passions etc. And I can go on and on However, the point is You and your friend must be compatible with each other Being an introvert, I don't have many friends However, the few I do have Can be entrusted with almost anything in the world This poem is about one of them We met as colleagues, six years ago And hit it off almost from the word go Thanks to a few common interests Such as cricket, movies, food etc. We even went to a storytelling event Where he was given a chance to take the mic And spoke about me and my passion for trains What I particularly like about him Is that he is very easygoing And rarely gets angry or upset Even when dealing with cranky clients And he had a whole lot of them Every client was a story in itself We would bond while trashing these clients Often over a cup of cutting chai Down at the cafeteria As the months sped by We grew closer Finding more and more common ground In the form of issues we faced at work Especially the frequent salary delays And non-payment of incentives We always had lunch together Except when either of us worked from home Eventually, my friend shifted to Pune But we stayed in touch on a regular basis In fact, we met on at least five occasions And continue to speak over the phone Almost on a monthly basis Even after he got married, about a year ago He, in particular, makes it a point To call me every now and then And we exchange news About our respective lives This close friend of mine is proof That you don't necessarily have to keep meeting people In order to maintain friendships Of course, it is always good to meet your friends But sometimes, all you may need If you're missing someone Is a simple phone call And in this case Our calls are usually long Long enough to ensure That we sustain our friendship, no matter what

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Mar 16, 2023

Mar 16, 2023 at 10:38 AM UTC

Ashwinkumar1989

Poem Dedicated To My Close Friend And Ex-Colleague

It's always good to make friends, wherever you go After all, every new place has its set of challenges And in order to overcome them It's better to have someone at your side As they say, you don't have to do everything on your own Well, making friends may not seem all that difficult But keeping them is a different matter altogether There must be some common ground The place where you meet The company where you work The college where you study Your hobbies, passions etc. And I can go on and on However, the point is You and your friend must be compatible with each other Being an introvert, I don't have many friends However, the few I do have Can be entrusted with almost anything in the world This poem is about one of them We met as colleagues, six years ago And hit it off almost from the word go Thanks to a few common interests Such as cricket, movies, food etc. We even went to a storytelling event Where he was given a chance to take the mic And spoke about me and my passion for trains What I particularly like about him Is that he is very easygoing And rarely gets angry or upset Even when dealing with cranky clients And he had a whole lot of them Every client was a story in itself We would bond while trashing these clients Often over a cup of cutting chai Down at the cafeteria As the months sped by We grew closer Finding more and more common ground In the form of issues we faced at work Especially the frequent salary delays And non-payment of incentives We always had lunch together Except when either of us worked from home Eventually, my friend shifted to Pune But we stayed in touch on a regular basis In fact, we met on at least five occasions And continue to speak over the phone Almost on a monthly basis Even after he got married, about a year ago He, in particular, makes it a point To call me every now and then And we exchange news About our respective lives This close friend of mine is proof That you don't necessarily have to keep meeting people In order to maintain friendships Of course, it is always good to meet your friends But sometimes, all you may need If you're missing someone Is a simple phone call And in this case Our calls are usually long Long enough to ensure That we sustain our friendship, no matter what

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i’m not getting teased, cause i’m a hooligan you see i remember getting teased by all the families and it drove me pretty mad, i hated it, and the only way to rid this evil teasing is to be evilly myself, by saying, you are still a family person and i am a hooligan and if you don’t stop teasing me, i will slit your throat you see you are a loser, a total and utter loser i told them, i will come and grab you, and grab the other teasing young dudes and then i say, i will say, i am a hooligan and you are a family person my mate and i are planning to grab you and throw you in the bin, and i will go ha ha ha ha you have been trapped by us hooligans you are going to suffer for teasing me, cool boy i am going to show you, if you tease me, i will **** you and get rid of your corpse, in the sea make your body all itchy, and us hooligans will tie you teasing boys up and i will say ha ha ha you see you will never escape from me, ever you say i am shy, but if you keep calling me shy, i will come and tie you up and say i am a hooligan and i will **** you, right now and then i will sit down and play cool for you, because you are a family person and i am a hooligan and i will **** you and play cool for you and every family person on earth and when any teaser teases me i will go ha ha ha and lay a knife right to their head you see i will **** the guy who nicked my lunch because he treated me like a queer different person and as soon as i met my mate, i kept myself hidden with the hooligans ready to pune on him saying,you are going to die, you are going to die, because i am a hooligan and you are a family person and you are getting played cool for, with your crazy trying to be a young dude and i will sit there saying ha ha ha, you family people are going to be a part of my little gang where i will play cool for you and terrorise you you see you will never escape from me, you cool boy, you will n ever escape from me anymore cool boy i will throw cricket stumps on you and you will be scared of me, you little cool boy i will go out and have some fun, putting you cool boys into the lockup and i will feed you dead rats and spiders and if the spider bites your inners, i will yell ha ha ha ha saying i am the hooligan, keeping the family people under wraps and i will attempt to **** you all if you don’t fucken leave me alone, ******** you see i am getting sick of you, teasing me, and every time i touch you you go crazy but i expect that from a family person such as yourself i will **** you, i will **** you i will **** you, you will be dead from us, forever and in 3 weeks all the family people are dead and us hooligans are playing cool for future family people to make sure the cool boys who tease don’t exist anymore i said, i am not getting teased, i am a hooligan

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Nov 24, 2015

Nov 24, 2015 at 5:47 PM UTC

johnny-georgy-brown

i am not getting teased, for i am a hooligan

i’m not getting teased, cause i’m a hooligan you see i remember getting teased by all the families and it drove me pretty mad, i hated it, and the only way to rid this evil teasing is to be evilly myself, by saying, you are still a family person and i am a hooligan and if you don’t stop teasing me, i will slit your throat you see you are a loser, a total and utter loser i told them, i will come and grab you, and grab the other teasing young dudes and then i say, i will say, i am a hooligan and you are a family person my mate and i are planning to grab you and throw you in the bin, and i will go ha ha ha ha you have been trapped by us hooligans you are going to suffer for teasing me, cool boy i am going to show you, if you tease me, i will **** you and get rid of your corpse, in the sea make your body all itchy, and us hooligans will tie you teasing boys up and i will say ha ha ha you see you will never escape from me, ever you say i am shy, but if you keep calling me shy, i will come and tie you up and say i am a hooligan and i will **** you, right now and then i will sit down and play cool for you, because you are a family person and i am a hooligan and i will **** you and play cool for you and every family person on earth and when any teaser teases me i will go ha ha ha and lay a knife right to their head you see i will **** the guy who nicked my lunch because he treated me like a queer different person and as soon as i met my mate, i kept myself hidden with the hooligans ready to pune on him saying,you are going to die, you are going to die, because i am a hooligan and you are a family person and you are getting played cool for, with your crazy trying to be a young dude and i will sit there saying ha ha ha, you family people are going to be a part of my little gang where i will play cool for you and terrorise you you see you will never escape from me, you cool boy, you will n ever escape from me anymore cool boy i will throw cricket stumps on you and you will be scared of me, you little cool boy i will go out and have some fun, putting you cool boys into the lockup and i will feed you dead rats and spiders and if the spider bites your inners, i will yell ha ha ha ha saying i am the hooligan, keeping the family people under wraps and i will attempt to **** you all if you don’t fucken leave me alone, ******** you see i am getting sick of you, teasing me, and every time i touch you you go crazy but i expect that from a family person such as yourself i will **** you, i will **** you i will **** you, you will be dead from us, forever and in 3 weeks all the family people are dead and us hooligans are playing cool for future family people to make sure the cool boys who tease don’t exist anymore i said, i am not getting teased, i am a hooligan

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Maybe someday you'll long like me And then you will understand my poetry When all your heart is bleeding out And then has nothing to weep about The empty chambers will scream the loudest The heart which once sang the proudest Looted and plundered and left with nothing Nothing but words left for the shutting In emptiness and longing there is fulfillment Infinite motion in the abysmal stillness I've seen men become walking corpses Seen men jump willfully into losses And seen men become bankrupt and spent Watched them distorted, decayed and bent All this naught for love yes only love Making hearts bleed for fruits unplucked Everyone will someday long like me And then they will understand my poetry They will hear the noises still unheard Their hearts will bleed the unspoken words

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Jun 29, 2014

Jun 29, 2014 at 5:41 AM UTC

harkaran

Streets of Pune

Maybe someday you'll long like me And then you will understand my poetry When all your heart is bleeding out And then has nothing to weep about The empty chambers will scream the loudest The heart which once sang the proudest Looted and plundered and left with nothing Nothing but words left for the shutting In emptiness and longing there is fulfillment Infinite motion in the abysmal stillness I've seen men become walking corpses Seen men jump willfully into losses And seen men become bankrupt and spent Watched them distorted, decayed and bent All this naught for love yes only love Making hearts bleed for fruits unplucked Everyone will someday long like me And then they will understand my poetry They will hear the noises still unheard Their hearts will bleed the unspoken words

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pronounced now in their diminishing magic, over the populous, rash, self-destructive, tragic, refuge for the scatter-hearted, giant cover for the romantic, trees for memories, smiles, journeys, and paths nomadic

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Feb 1, 2018

Feb 1, 2018 at 1:52 PM UTC

snehith-kumbla

the trees of Pune city

pronounced now in their diminishing magic, over the populous, rash, self-destructive, tragic, refuge for the scatter-hearted, giant cover for the romantic, trees for memories, smiles, journeys, and paths nomadic

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For four years have I known you From railfans to close friends Quite the journey has it been In the train of relationships Thou art innocent and sweet But when it comest to talking Oh boy, do you set the bar high With an expertise in four languages At the age of just twenty-four!! Every outing we've had Has been nothing short of memorable From the hurricane run On board the famous Pune Shatabdi To the thrilling boat ride Through the equally famous Bhigwan Bird Sanctuary Add a few movies in between Not to mention, drinks *** dinner And you have the icing on the cake Whenever I've come to Pune I've always felt at home Your family being the engine To my train of love, happiness and peace From your mother's cooking To your father's hospitality Not to mention, your lavish home With a plethora of facilities You ain't just no friend But a younger brother as well Quite the honour has it been To have you at our home Something we should do more often After all, we are thick as thieves For four years have I known you And with every year Our bond has grown stronger Than even the Rock of Gibraltar Which ain't no surprise Since we have a lot in common Trains, cricket, movies Food, drinks, cats The list is endless For four years have I known you And our friendship is something to be cherished As much as India winning a Cricket World Cup Or a journey in a diesel-hauled train Or even, Hyderabad's finest Mutton Biryani!! I endeth on this note Age is just a number Even when it comest to relationships

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Oct 15, 2023

Oct 15, 2023 at 6:50 AM UTC

Ashwinkumar1989

For Four Years Have I Known You

For four years have I known you From railfans to close friends Quite the journey has it been In the train of relationships Thou art innocent and sweet But when it comest to talking Oh boy, do you set the bar high With an expertise in four languages At the age of just twenty-four!! Every outing we've had Has been nothing short of memorable From the hurricane run On board the famous Pune Shatabdi To the thrilling boat ride Through the equally famous Bhigwan Bird Sanctuary Add a few movies in between Not to mention, drinks *** dinner And you have the icing on the cake Whenever I've come to Pune I've always felt at home Your family being the engine To my train of love, happiness and peace From your mother's cooking To your father's hospitality Not to mention, your lavish home With a plethora of facilities You ain't just no friend But a younger brother as well Quite the honour has it been To have you at our home Something we should do more often After all, we are thick as thieves For four years have I known you And with every year Our bond has grown stronger Than even the Rock of Gibraltar Which ain't no surprise Since we have a lot in common Trains, cricket, movies Food, drinks, cats The list is endless For four years have I known you And our friendship is something to be cherished As much as India winning a Cricket World Cup Or a journey in a diesel-hauled train Or even, Hyderabad's finest Mutton Biryani!! I endeth on this note Age is just a number Even when it comest to relationships

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#***Dear Well-Wisher, I hope this message finds you in good health. We, Vaishali and Tushar Purohit from Pune, come to you with a heavy heart and tears in our eyes, pleading for your help to save our 4-year old son Rishi's life. He is undergoing treatment for neuroblastoma (rare form of cancer) at the Tata Memorial Hospital, Mumbai. Since April, our little warrior has been bravely battling cancer that is threatening to take him away from this world. Every rupee you contribute will be the difference between life and death for our 4-year old warrior. We would also request you to forward this message to your family and friends, which will inspire them to contribute and aid in saving an innocent life. Here's the fundraiser link: https://www.impactguru.com/fundraiser/help-s-o-tushar Thanking you for your consideration and support during these trying times.🙏🏼 ***#

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Jul 20, 2024

Jul 20, 2024 at 8:22 AM UTC

sarita-aditya-verma

A prayer( not a poem)

#***Dear Well-Wisher, I hope this message finds you in good health. We, Vaishali and Tushar Purohit from Pune, come to you with a heavy heart and tears in our eyes, pleading for your help to save our 4-year old son Rishi's life. He is undergoing treatment for neuroblastoma (rare form of cancer) at the Tata Memorial Hospital, Mumbai. Since April, our little warrior has been bravely battling cancer that is threatening to take him away from this world. Every rupee you contribute will be the difference between life and death for our 4-year old warrior. We would also request you to forward this message to your family and friends, which will inspire them to contribute and aid in saving an innocent life. Here's the fundraiser link: https://www.impactguru.com/fundraiser/help-s-o-tushar Thanking you for your consideration and support during these trying times.🙏🏼 ***#

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Wet *** Holed Roads Random Traffic Snarls Light and Dark Beautiful Weather Enjoying the Journey The End does not matter.

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Jul 13, 2018

Jul 13, 2018 at 11:36 PM UTC

aslam-m

Mumbai - Pune 1

Wet *** Holed Roads Random Traffic Snarls Light and Dark Beautiful Weather Enjoying the Journey The End does not matter.

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(Literal Translation from Romanian) This poem, actually, it's not even a poem, just some random text that will waste your time and energy, will try to hurt you and rub salt in the wound, it will mess with you a bit. That's what happens when you don't read what you're supposed to. This text was born to teach you a lesson: next time be more careful with what you choose to read! (Alternative translation I) A Poem Not Meant to Be Read This poem, in truth, is no poem at all, just a simple text, meant to stall— to steal your time, your energy, too, to wound your soul and rub in the salt, mocking you, it’s your fault. That’s what happens, don’t you see, when you read what’s unworthy. This text was born with a goal in mind: to set you straight, to make you find a better path, a wiser way— be cautious in the books you stray! (Alternative translation II) not recommended for reading this poem truthfully isn't even poetry, just some random text that will steal your time and drain your energy, will try to wound you deep and on that wound will heap salt, in other words it's making fun of you. that's what you get, it's true, when you don't read what's due. this text was meant to be a lesson, you will see: next time be more careful with what you choose to read! (Original poem) poezie nerecomandată lecturii această poezie, de fapt nici nu e poezie, ci doar un text oarecare care îţi va lua ceva timp şi ceva energie, va încerca să te rănească şi pe rană să-ţi presoare sare, adică îsi va bate niţel joc de tine. aşa-i, când nu citeşti ceea ce se cuvine. acestui text i-a fost dat să se nască pentru a te pune la cale: altădată să fii mai precaut în lecturile tale!

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Nov 19, 2024

Nov 19, 2024 at 6:13 PM UTC

valentin_eni

A Poem Not Meant to Be Read

(Literal Translation from Romanian) This poem, actually, it's not even a poem, just some random text that will waste your time and energy, will try to hurt you and rub salt in the wound, it will mess with you a bit. That's what happens when you don't read what you're supposed to. This text was born to teach you a lesson: next time be more careful with what you choose to read! (Alternative translation I) A Poem Not Meant to Be Read This poem, in truth, is no poem at all, just a simple text, meant to stall— to steal your time, your energy, too, to wound your soul and rub in the salt, mocking you, it’s your fault. That’s what happens, don’t you see, when you read what’s unworthy. This text was born with a goal in mind: to set you straight, to make you find a better path, a wiser way— be cautious in the books you stray! (Alternative translation II) not recommended for reading this poem truthfully isn't even poetry, just some random text that will steal your time and drain your energy, will try to wound you deep and on that wound will heap salt, in other words it's making fun of you. that's what you get, it's true, when you don't read what's due. this text was meant to be a lesson, you will see: next time be more careful with what you choose to read! (Original poem) poezie nerecomandată lecturii această poezie, de fapt nici nu e poezie, ci doar un text oarecare care îţi va lua ceva timp şi ceva energie, va încerca să te rănească şi pe rană să-ţi presoare sare, adică îsi va bate niţel joc de tine. aşa-i, când nu citeşti ceea ce se cuvine. acestui text i-a fost dat să se nască pentru a te pune la cale: altădată să fii mai precaut în lecturile tale!

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As I contemplate over life here in Pune I take out a flower from the boquete Today for your special happy birthday I wish to open up my heart to you this Wednesday Brighten all the hues of dark gray Connect with you even when we're so far away Today, I would like to celebrate a very special person Thank him for running more than all the errands he has had to run He is always ready for the firing gun Whether it be in the freezing cold or blazing sun In everything he does, he is number one Constantly working till he's done I've never seen someone more caring Always encouraging me to be daring Tolerating all my erring Checking on me daily to see how I'm faring In this new year of your life, I hope you achieve everything you desire May the universal powers work together in your favor to conspire I hope you get the long due break to respire You will achieve everything you aspire Thank you for being such an awesome Dad and once again, Happy Birthday! I love you, Dad

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Dec 1, 2020

Dec 1, 2020 at 9:02 PM UTC

zevkaran

Happy Birthday, Dad

As I contemplate over life here in Pune I take out a flower from the boquete Today for your special happy birthday I wish to open up my heart to you this Wednesday Brighten all the hues of dark gray Connect with you even when we're so far away Today, I would like to celebrate a very special person Thank him for running more than all the errands he has had to run He is always ready for the firing gun Whether it be in the freezing cold or blazing sun In everything he does, he is number one Constantly working till he's done I've never seen someone more caring Always encouraging me to be daring Tolerating all my erring Checking on me daily to see how I'm faring In this new year of your life, I hope you achieve everything you desire May the universal powers work together in your favor to conspire I hope you get the long due break to respire You will achieve everything you aspire Thank you for being such an awesome Dad and once again, Happy Birthday! I love you, Dad

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Luna își arata fața întoarsă Eu aștept primăvara roasă De crude adevăruri și ochi întredeschişi. Mi-am spus că-ți voi da 2 săptămâni să miști, Că până pe 14 februarie îmi voi recupera afecțiunea efemeră și mirosul distins Care mă adormea atât de violent. Mama făcuse deja pariuri că ne distrugem, E vina mea, am avut prea multă încredere în mine sincer. Rupe-mă de realitate, nu eram prea trează înainte Să scânteieze cerul a regrete vorbite, Împielițând vântul ăsta crud. Căci oricât de mult aș spera la primăvară, el tot bate și eu rămân... Înfrigurată de furie înlocuind o fire, Impertinentă oricum. Am avut dreptate bilateral, Nu ne-am putut păstra. Am și vrut asta. *** era să trăim orice altceva decât o altă banală suferință? *** era să avem speranță? Devastator probabil, Strigător la cer! Pune-mi la loc mâinile care au rămas pironite undeva la tine în creier căci doresc amar să mă trezesc vie.

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Feb 4, 2022

Feb 4, 2022 at 10:44 AM UTC

stranger_poetry

6:18 autocar apus

Luna își arata fața întoarsă Eu aștept primăvara roasă De crude adevăruri și ochi întredeschişi. Mi-am spus că-ți voi da 2 săptămâni să miști, Că până pe 14 februarie îmi voi recupera afecțiunea efemeră și mirosul distins Care mă adormea atât de violent. Mama făcuse deja pariuri că ne distrugem, E vina mea, am avut prea multă încredere în mine sincer. Rupe-mă de realitate, nu eram prea trează înainte Să scânteieze cerul a regrete vorbite, Împielițând vântul ăsta crud. Căci oricât de mult aș spera la primăvară, el tot bate și eu rămân... Înfrigurată de furie înlocuind o fire, Impertinentă oricum. Am avut dreptate bilateral, Nu ne-am putut păstra. Am și vrut asta. *** era să trăim orice altceva decât o altă banală suferință? *** era să avem speranță? Devastator probabil, Strigător la cer! Pune-mi la loc mâinile care au rămas pironite undeva la tine în creier căci doresc amar să mă trezesc vie.

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