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English discussion room => Poetry => Subiect creat de: shadow din 18 Aprilie, 2005, 12:43:07 a.m.
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white bee you buzz in to my soul drunk with honey
and your fliight winds in slow spirals of smoke
i am the one without hope the word without echoes
he who lost everything and he who had everything
last hawser in you creeks my last longing
in my barren land you r the final rose
ah you who are silent!