poezia mea funerară

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The dying need but little, dear-
a glass of water’s all,
a flower’s unobtrusive face
to punctuate the wall,
a fan perhaps, a friend’s regret
and certainty that one
no colour in the rainbow
perceive when you are gone
(Emily Dickinson)

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Leapşa vine de la Vlad.

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