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Oriada Dajko Poem
A lonely woman near a window,
looks after the sun under the shadow.
Her whisper becomes a cloud.
A cloud painted into the sky,
created by the hand of God,
designed by my mind.
A beautiful woman is a wind,
which touches deeply my eyes.
Copyright © Oriada Dajko | Year Posted 2016
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Oriada Dajko Poem
Butterfly as a whisper comes around
for a little child happiness is found,
he sees a colorful art of life.
She stays near the child
not afraid of being burnt
by the desire.
Is it a candle or a child?
Secondly, she will be burned.
Firstly, she will be admired.
She makes him feel the magic
and then she wants to fly away.
A child can't wait
that hours become days
and butterfly returns again.
He will love only for today!
Once she will fly away,
the beauty in his eyes will be lost.
Soon he will learn that
beautiful creatures can't be admired
when they stay under chains.
Copyright © Oriada Dajko | Year Posted 2016
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Oriada Dajko Poem
My name has been written
in a piece of letter,
waiting for me
to come
for a warm conversation.
I was lost...
I was swimming into the imagination
of the melancholy.
Leaves were embraced in the street.
It was autumn.
That tree has got red hair...
In her hair I found a photo.
I found you memory.
I looked back on the portret of
that girl with red hair.
Her hair was a leaf from that tree,
waiting for other leaves for company.
It was her...
the girl who waits for me.
Copyright © Oriada Dajko | Year Posted 2016
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Oriada Dajko Poem
Everyday, I wake up listening a voice,
'Today isn't the world of yesterday
Don't ask why.You aren't a solution.
Sorry, you are nobody choice.
Don't worry, girl.Dream again!
Everyday's world is made of words.
Much ado about nothing.
Everyday's human is made of dreams,
Dream again, dream about nothing.
Waiting for the hero of today,
living the dream of yesterday.
Your resign from world affects nobody.'
Copyright © Oriada Dajko | Year Posted 2016
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