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Understand your life has a meaning.
It's a papyrus you read
And it contains
Plots of legends.
You have a divine element
In your soul
That lets your mind
Soar up high,
And you are still a human being,
Subject to instincts and mistakes.
The tragedy and power of your existence
Is written in the stars
And in the palm of your hand
But you have free will
To change it partially.
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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