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the Others

Somewhere in Nowhere

My Only Shadow

Love Angel

The Pale Angel



Childhood Poem

GOD-or something like IT

Everything for You

Creatures of the Night

Poison Me


Oh, Father!

Babylon of Thoughts-Part I



Babylon of Thoughts-part II


Seasons Change

A Moment That Equals Eternity


Without a Touch

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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