"To love, to die" (poem)
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A ghost still imprisoned inside my head;
Orchids and roses that along with promises,
songs and poems crowned you as queen.
It was the clear blue sky,
the silver moon,
the turkish sea,
simple ornaments compared to your face
serene, sweet and beautiful.
Your mouth like a garden of Eden,
in choir of angels,
carried sweet kisses to my lips
and tender words to my ears.
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The freezing rain and the soon-ending night,
they cut off your head...
Your ghost was imprisoned in a memory
persistent ... still persistent ...
Dead love is just a spectrum ...
Already those promises, songs and those poems,
they will never be more for you
because you are no longer a person than memory.
Everything that was died,
and everything promised and dedicated,
perished next to the tree of love
That could not grow anymore
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