You Only Exist In My Poetry
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Mihaela Pirjol
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You only exist in my poetry:
From my thoughts, you unfold on pages
That can bear all misery
My heart reveals on weepy stages;
From your death, I bring your life:
In my world, —you are alive!
How could you forever to be gone,
When you're so alive here in my mind?
If the proof is your grave-stone,
Then at heart, —I must be blind;
For to me, you have never left:
I carry you daily in mine depth.
If destined was for us to part,
If God above has had his reason
To take your life too soon—to depart,
Comfort I shall find in seasons;
My tears are merging with the rain,
Till my end…till we shall meet again.
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