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Power by Mitja Lovše

[tabby title="Poem"] A flame on a candle sputters,the wind entered the room,I checked for my lighterand put the flame back on. Which secrets do you hold?How can you be so strongand so weak at the same time,you have to a...

A Variation On A Theme By Dickens by Mitja Lovše

[tabby title="Poem"] Bah, humbug and to scrouge describe my mood,Dickens would call me a fan fiction of his work,yet I found the perfect way to cosplay that. I am not so sure why all might be like this,I am not...

Remembrance During Our Decembers by Mitja Lovše

[tabby title="Poem"] The final month of the year is here?One can't try to feign a shock,'cause one should know wellthat time moves fast as time does. I keep thinking of those not around,how would they have been now,how would they...

Candide In A Hospital Bed by Mitja Lovše

[tabby title="Poem"] The breeze of the smoke should not be heard,he is in a sickbay to heal his lungs,though the note did not reach him in time,so he does his drill of piles per day. 'I'm on the path that...

Agnosthesia by Mitja Lovše

[tabby title="Poem"] The shade of the leaves on the roadsthat lead to a way out of hereend up on her as she stays on the swing. She still has a wreath in her hand,her peers know well who this is...