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Cries Of Narcissism"Mirror, you are the only one I loveCries Of Narcissism by 8PoeraOpetry8
With red berries in the white snow
With the creeper's trail around the stone castle,"
said the one, who got lost in the mirror's brightness
While others left kisses on love letters
That were brought away by the whitest of pigeons
She painted her lips dark rosy
And after then got stuck to the mirror's mild glass:
"It is for you, the most beautiful,
With whom no one can be compared"
Between millions of people all over the kingdom
She was lonely
Though she didn't feel it herself
Though she never longed for anyone
Days passed sinking into the baths of milk
Tasting luscious honey and sweet nectar of fruits
Enjoying massages from the ancient eastern wisdoms
And drinking tea, that promised to save her youth
But why all of this, if no one looked at her?
Such despair fell over her only when the mirror was far away
Meeting again with her reflection
A smile like never before decorated her harsh face
And arms were reaching to caress this divine beauty
Then in h
EvolutionEvolution by DraganTheMighty
is a silent process of changing
we realise from the result.
It Can't Be The Target.
OnceOnce by DraganTheMighty
I had a dream,
For a fairy and a king;
I had a dream,
Like the tales children sing.
I dream no more,
For I lived my dream;
Just a moment on the shore,
Ever Since; I've Never Been.
The Boy And The Butterfly (Alt) The Boy And The Butterfly (Alt)The Boy And The Butterfly (Alt) by DraganTheMighty
so back in time,
When creature, beast and bird and;
could all be shaped like human,
there was a little butterfly,
And as every buttefly
she would live for just one day;
and then die...
She met a boy,
the boy loved her,
He didn't know
and he asked her
"Is it true?
You'll die today?
So I was told,
So they say!"
He scared the little butterfly...
She found the owl, the wise owl,
To ask if true, to ask why
"You are just a butterfly,
It is true, by moon you die."
And it was true, so sad she'll die.
But gods were watching
from up, high,
A butterfly shouldn't cry
A butterfly should just live her life in joy,
A butterfly should just live her day in joy.
So the little was reborn,
As human now
would live and die,
A girl was born,
It was a present from the gods,
as I was told from teachers old.
She lived again,
life was joy,
One day again
met the boy
The boy felt,
He didn't speak,
in darkness cr