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Poe 100


At least the time spent

I tried to fly


I tried to write

I flew

I tried to describe

Life as it is

I'm tired

Eternal source

Timid pen of poet

Timidity and cowardice

Already philosopher about God

And all that is

And how it works

And the life I know

But how to explain

If words are imperfect

For all that it requires

The poet flees

And its secrets hidden

At the bottom of the soul

For those who want to see


A second of life

Value to life

For what happens

An immense joy

Lost in memory

There have been and lived

Dear time

Saved in history




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