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The spectator Poems

The spectator Poems

Harmonious rose petal lies on the life game table meanwhile the time is running away. White like a dead bride that walk on the earth, while the rest of us, watch, but don’t see. The perfume of the dead.

Goodbye unknown friend

Goodbye unknown friend

Goodbye, unknown friend, you have lived in the shadow while the world is forgetting you. He still waiting beside you. He could bark for the last time, but the world has not stopped.