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Forgotten flower from fluteofreed 366 days old

The leaves are painting Picture stud in brown On the asphalt. I don’t like the avangardizm, But to give even your dead color out Is touching. Eclectic ...

a poem from fluteofreed 480 days old

drops of tender words seep through the iron armor and set out on a journey to meet your sentences and together to write down a poem about something that ...

Clairvoyancy from fluteofreed 492 days old

my orange dress on daisies matches the sunflowers in my mind, is in contrast to the fog in my heart and meets my plans for easy and joyful Autumn the ...

longing for reality from fluteofreed 507 days old

again it wells up rises from me unweary unextinguishing mad energy and passionate longing for the real only Le Clézio would understand and would walk ...

My streets from fluteofreed 513 days old

The morning streets of town are Mine. The flower’s bloom in the yards is Mine. The dew spread over the grass Is mine. The herbs do magic On their own, The ...

I am looking for a place from fluteofreed 541 days old

I am looking for a place. I re-arrange books, Wardrobes, I open all the cupboards And then start all over again. I design catalogues Following ...

Come from fluteofreed 560 days old

I write out of joy In the mornings, Out of sadness In the evenings And out of pure madness at nights. Can I scream For a while? Will I die If I don’t ...

Adrenalin from fluteofreed 560 days old

I love. Even my hair bristles up! I don’t want security. I want surprise, Element of tension, The feelings – cascade; To suspect your love, Not to lie ...

Amalgam from fluteofreed 560 days old

I love. The amalgam of pain And joy crushes me And then revives me With sudden jump In space. I breathe. My feelings breathe. Sometimes I hate, But my ...

Rooted from fluteofreed 562 days old

Rooted, Sealed in me. As though part of my soul Is yours. As tough Day after day We have been Woven in thoughts, Senses and Movements … As ...