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Слушать(AI)Sanctity
I was looking for sacred places,
Blessings in the air,
Wishing to erase my
Feeling of despair,
But love is the air we breathe,
Light and restless,
It can't be built just on sanity,
It is a sum of intentions.
I was looking for bright emotions,
A way for the future to be controlled,
But life is a complex potion,
It's prepared but not sold.
And life, as a way to sanctity,
Contains pits and falls,
When we wish to stay in eternity,
It mocks at our dreams and calls.
Марина
My poetry doesn't reflect my feelings.
It mostly stems from observation and communication with the others and sometimes from long days of readin
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