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Spica Toska Poem
The Autumn Rain
reminds me the feelings
that I didn’t express
The fresh air after rain
reminds me the moments
I wanted to live
The smell in the air
reminds me those moments when I used to meet you
and the wind takes them away
The yellow leaves
falling down on the streets
and I realize how
I’m loosing time, losing you
like the trees are losing the leaves
There will be new leaves on the trees
new people in your life
but the leaves on the streets will be forgotten, will be rotten
Just like me
– Spica
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Spica Toska Poem
I wish you were like a shot of vodka
and out of my system the very next day
or like a sweet dream
which I would have forgotten easily
or may be that shooting star
which could make my dreams true
Instead you became that
winter evening which I can never forget
you became that road
which still gives me goosebumps
you became those little moments that
I'll cherish for life
you became my every thought
but I couldn't become your all
- Spica
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I thought it was my intuition
It turned out to be my illusion
Now it prevails in my imagination
I thought we could have a story
But it became only my history
And now I’m winding around in this misery
I keep going back to that evening
Where I kept pretending
And you kept turning
I thought I was wining
Over my emotions and feelings
But a mere sight of you and I’m again suffering
-Spica
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Spica Toska Poem
That warmth of water
and your thoughts
Soothing my soul aching for so long
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