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Everything good is lost

Counted them anywhere I went

In a rose vase they lay frosted

With all my tears they descend!



My heart is no more content

I can no longer about this  pretend…

My soul hear all their torment

No matter where again I went…



In the streets I feel their pulse

To run is my first impulse…

But I cover my eyes instead repulsed…

With black ink on paper I hear again their pulse…



Again  with life  they breathe alive

More and more they come and later just survive!





Dorian Petersen Potter

Aka ladydp2000

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