Brunilda Ternova Poems

Come and see,
there are dimensions,
of nine, six and three,
concealed in me,
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The unhappy loneliness does not torment me,
that comes and goes,
and insinuates itself everywhere,
but the self-induced withdrawal of the ego,
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Lost are the days of the lovely blunder,
and the sarcasm ripples,
grinning creeping on the corners of memory,
damping the missing piece of you that emerges,
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Without their knowledge
I observe the children of the earth,
probing every day in secret,
the human forgetfulness of wrongs,
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Through a desolate expanse,
My weary steps trace,
A well-trodden path,
Where memories interlace.
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From the window, a soul gazes,
a music that ignites the heart in the air,
the sun has set, silent and pure,
in a sky of fury and wonder,
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I keep memories of you
like anchors under the sea,
and I lean up to scan the sky
searching for your reflection
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Courage is not the absence of fear,
But the triumph of the will to proceed,
To face the tempests, to hold dear,
The courage to plant hope's enduring seed.
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