The Pact
Blanche Nina
Through the woods I loved her. The black nightingales sang in those six candles. Our lips were bleeding, it was the pact. We were almost talking, we were almost discreetly sitting on the leaves, but no ... We were lying on the brown leaves and the kisses made a mistake: the prayer. We sleep there among laughter, possessions, joy… Seeing angels.
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I Saw a Dream
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I saw a dream, and there were you, And there was coldness in your eyes. I wonder what a kind of true Made you become as cold as ice. And later I looked back to get a sense This empty glance was hellish call of past. It used to be a high and strong defense Against the world, the pain and me at last. You looked at me, and peering in your soul, I felt so lonely, as something vital died. And that is what I fear most of all - That nothing gentle will remain inside. Inside of you. Inside of me as well. And nothing will be said to farewell.
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