Old Treasury

I walked with a white hair grass,
wearing a classic fashioned glass,
and torment with humor aged hats.

He is bulky old brass,
painted and unpaved task,
but his memory is sharp more
than a fellow young craps.

How i wish my life will be like him
as he was. But thank God - being
his good troublesome, he made a
lovely incident letter that last.

poem by Immanuel Santos
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A flower to goodblye

It was late supper i asked you about
a flower but you said how? then I
knew it is your debut how happy
and lucky i was i could have you

The following days the suffer begins to
ruin the compatibility of picture of us
yet i had a conflict but fixed after all
then i found out your own thorn as well

I didn't count that much because I trusted
you and Im the one with miserable
complexity as we knew but more than
a year and stil he has the space over you

Before anything else million times
a flower turn to blue and frequent
arguments passed without serious
talks in any conversation im loser to you

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poem by Immanuel Santos
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