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Leila Anka Poem
I have pets in the streets
Some cat, some dog...
I have friends, that I never talk.
I have darlings, I have loves,
I have never touch.
In my dream, from away, such...
I am afraid to fondle a cat
That,
I can hurt.
Or my friend...
I have loves, such I love them
From far in my heart,
So that someone can separate.
Like a guilty, forbidden somebody,
a shadow.
I love them in my dream,
They never know.
So that I love you, I can not tell; what hell.
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Leila Anka Poem
Finally, she turned to statue
She appeared every where.
In train, in tram
between peoples, a silent view.
Just watching a statue.
Every one such looks and pass
She was
such silent; with out motion
just alive her eyes.
Nobody knew.
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Leila Anka Poem
Paradise is only the place that you imagine in inferno.
Real hell is paradise that
You want to go...
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Finally
I decided
I am no where
No body...
That"s a dream that you had seen.
A voice
the roaring of the wind.
That"s all.
You can"t touch to wind.
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Somewhere
When you decided to go
And, if you there still
Everyone,everything beginning to die
you too,
with they, to decay...
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Why peoples killing each other
While blood liking somewhere continual
Why peoples this much suffering
While weather is so beautiful.
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Leila Anka Poem
I would like the cats
They had cute and innocent faces.
Until to see in its mouth a bird.
And
I disclaimed...
Later, I began to love
the birds...
They should be more innocent.
One time I believed that.
Until to see in its mouth a worm.
Later I disclaimed.
And One day
On the way
Again While I thinking these,
I crashed an insect,
with out seeing.
In last minute I saw it.
but it was late.
We have damage
to somethings
knowingly or unknowingly.
To think; is it paradise or hell?
Or two both.
I decided finally,
The best, not to think a lot.
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One day comes
not
Peoples, cities, neither panorama,
does not enough
more and more getting deep
that wound that inside of you.
One day comes
City turns to hell
that
this much you like go.
And that city turns to paradise
when you leave and you look back.
One day comes
magic breaks
nothing enough,
To understand hard the people;
myself too.
Loneliness like a heavy fetters
on your foots
Where you go
they are coming with you.
One day comes does not enough streets
One day comes, run off happiness., hope.
That hope that, never will be true.
All the same makes you stronger.
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