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I’ll dump specs of dust from my house:
My chaos shall cater a mouse.
I’ll sweep sour vexation from sight
To sleep with relief when it's night.
I’d lost trucks of childhood days,
Swift seconds, wee diamonds, a haze
Of happiness visiting me,
In place, torment came, seized some glee.
Lost dark, hollow zones from my brain:
I made my life plain, leaving pain.
Wouldn’t see when I’d lose, when I’d win,
But I’d clasp my fragrant tailwind.
Left battles, and clashes, and friendships, and foes,
And can new years bring next sweet rhymes or dry prose?
Once sunlight dictates nights a pause,
For stars I seek, sensing a loss.
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While I seem from some sides a loser,
To fusses may I tie strings looser.
The Poem of a Loser
© Copyright: Дмитрий Белянин, 2020
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