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The (round) line – Dragos Cirjan
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The…

I wonder which of you I desire more –
the one who struggles till the bitter end;
she who fights alone to bear an entire world
Or the dreamy girl, beyond all that –
the one I always see, but hidden beyond
the great and darken fortress walls…
And only with the corner of the eye –

The truth is I desire you both

THE STORY

A gamer’s last card…

So here’s the story, I tried so much to hide in plain sight –
With pen and paper… The way I never could tell you.
I’ll write it down now; will never have the courage to…

And even more… no matter how l put it; It ain’t good…

A boy, young, filled with dreams to grow into this wondrous man
nothing to shatter him, nor his beliefs; yet all he finds is hidden
in a dance; This world he had prepared for him is broken into pieces

the love letter

are you the one?; the only soul I’d lay my head on – tell my tale
love letters sent to all the stars; I picked the moon – (green eyes and an) apple of sin
I wish I were the whispers on your lips; the shivers of you touch
nightingale – no music needed while around you, since
all I feel is music; you’re but the muse desired – never reached and craved…

and all I fear can be hidden in your heart; this long craved home
lying in all the words, and all the deeds; and all the unseen longings
I wish I were your morning smile; your radiating warmth while waking up –
nevertheless a dream is nothing but a dream – a question with no answer

The Song

Sing me to sleep, sing me to sleep
I’ve lived so many times this storyteller’s tale;
And every time it ended in the same
and it became the song of grief

So I became the storyteller;
Picked up some stars and shards and
wrapped them into tales so strong
That no one dared to challenge

The Falling

I wonder which of you I desire more –
the one who struggles till the bitter end;
she fights alone to bear an entire world

Or this dreamy girl, beyond all that –
one I always see, but hidden beyond
the great and darken fortress walls…
and only with the corner of the eye –

The truth is I desire both – No matter which one

The Craving

If only I could crawl into this heart
Make it a home! make it a heaven…
I crave it… I crave it! desire… and,
the most, I humbly fear this
If I can’t have… than may the night
be cold! Forever dark, and darker moons…

I do not dare to break this world of yours
Could it be understood; never to see…
Yet every moment seems another drop

The Tourment

The staying away! Not speaking…. Not telling how my heart jumps whenever…
I wish I could scream it! And yes, I’m so selfish! I say I and I again
and again! Not asking… Not daring to think
Not wanting to know the already obvious answer…

A thousand moons! An army of demons… the soul of a wolf
No curse… no magic stronger than the heart of another
The waltz has no purpose! The march lost its meaning
It only remains in the form of a nightmare
The pain that will never heal but will be forgotten…