Questions.. or.. Answers?
No, I could never be a queen
because
A beggar was I born to be?
I could never be a winner
because
born was I to be the loser?
I could never be in a happy craze
because
cries were meant for my days?
But! I still have laughter and smiles to share
for sure, hey:
remainings maybe, of a happy cave?
poem by Elena Sandu
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