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Sonnet, for her.
A Poem by
Tristan Rêveur
Sonnet, for her. I see us standing in the lake, I feel the water, the blue light. I see the smile I couldn’t fake, as the air tur..
Sweet Hole (to my city)
A Poem by
Tristan Rêveur
Sweet hole (to my city). Dear grey and desperate town, what happened to your skies? Are you really falling down? I see bitterness in y..
The snow and how it hurt.
A Poem by
Tristan Rêveur
The snow and how it hurt. February came among its snow, carrying blue colors in the wind; the desolate soul started to sing: ‹..
A kid's death through your lungs.
A Poem by
Tristan Rêveur
‹‹Can I open the window?›› let the cold enter the room, “You look a lot like a widow “ but I guess I ..
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