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Freedom  I will not follow you, my bird,   I will not follow you. I would not breathe a word, my bird,   To bring thee here anew. I love the free in thee, my bird, ... Celý článek

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Passing Time  Your skin like dawn Mine like musk  One paints the beginning of a certain end.  The other, the end of a sure beginning. Maya Angelou (* 4. 4. 1928; americká básnířka, spisovatelka, producentka a ... Celý článek

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As Planned After the first glass of vodka you can accept just about anything of life even your own mysteriousness you think it is nice that a box of matches is purple and brown and is ... Celý článek

útržky poezie IX.


Above The Clouds.  And can this be my own world? ‘Tis all gold and snow, Save where scarlet waves are hurled Down yon gulf below. ‘Tis thy world, ’tis my world, City, mead, and shore, For ... Celý článek

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Days I enjoy Days I enjoy are days when nothing happens, When I have no engagements written on my block, When no one comes to disturb my inward peace, When no one comes to take me ... Celý článek

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