Poetry - Martina Danielova

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Monday, 26 August 2013

Layers of Red and Black

i don't see bad
well, i look for red
Ignoring black 
And dead 
And imperfect

Would this be life
if we focus on whats dead?
Would this be faith
If we always turn our head

towards to the past?
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