The half
It also happens that our words sound strange to us when coming from a distance.
While composing my poetry, I keep wondering, if this is truly my work. And if so why not now?
Why my own words seem strange to me?
Where did I lose my other half?
The half which was so vibrant, so alive.
The half which was the real I.
While composing my poetry, I keep wondering, if this is truly my work. And if so why not now?
Why my own words seem strange to me?
Where did I lose my other half?
The half which was so vibrant, so alive.
The half which was the real I.
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