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Babylon of Thoughts - - Part I

Seasons Change


Oh, Father!


Poison Me

Babylon of Thoughts -- part II


The Pale Angel

Without a Touch


A Moment That Equals Eternity

Creatures of the Night

Childhood Poem

GOD-or something like IT

Everything for You

Somewhere in Nowhere

the Others

Love Angel

The Absent Dolphins

My Only Shadow


Seasons Change

He wears me close to his skin
he never tells me the secret behind-
the different sunshines-
om different Sundays.

He never tells me the secret behind
his touch of his hand on my thoughts-
on different Sundays
as we walk in the park.

The touch of his hand on my thoughts,
transformed our melody into a whisper-
as we walk in the park
waiting for the winter.

Transformed our melody into a whisper
of ingenuity-
waiting for the winter,
he wears me close to his skin.

Daniela Isabela Bosca

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