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Vida Nenadic I Am Not Going To Tell You The Name Of The City - Poem by Vida Nenadic I am not going to tell you the name of the city in which my steps are still searching for me. I am not going to tell you the name of the city whose bridges are longer than life. I am not going to tell you the name of the city under whom even the sky was like a tent. I am not going to tell you the name of the city in which I learned to start up a new journey as soon as I arrive. I am not going to tell you the name of the city which is never to grow old. I am not going to tell you the name of the city in which I met the eyes with the color of the sky. I am not going to tell you the name of the city in which I was knocking on my own doors from inside. I am not going to tell you the name of the city which was a cage far too small for my wings. Vida Nenadic Comments about I Am Not Going To Tell You The Name Of The City by Vida Nenadic Read this poem in other languages This poem has not been translated into any other language yet. Vida Nenadic's Other Poems Famous Poems Phenomenal Woman Maya Angelou Still I Rise Maya Angelou The Road Not Taken Robert Frost If You Forget Me Pablo Neruda Dreams Langston Hughes Annabel Lee Edgar Allan Poe Caged Bird Maya Angelou If Rudyard Kipling Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening Robert Frost Television Roald Dahl
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Brandy Avery ~ An Screams I Mo Aisling ~ - Poem by Brandy Avery Na soilse a choinneáil dom ó oscailt mo shúile. San oíche wipe mé ar shiúl na deora go bhfuil mé cried. Mo shaol athraithe go mór agus go tapa. Bhí a fhios agam mo sonas. Ar mhaith riamh a bheith caillte. Déanann Mo intinn a reáchtáil agus a adhlacadh mo am atá caite. Char Mo scread mo bhrionglóidí. Beidh aon duine riamh a fhios cad a chiallaíonn sé. Chun féachaint ar cad atá feicthe agam nó bhí nuair a bhí mé. Mé riamh ag iarraidh a bhraitheann mar seo arís. Seasamh mé ard agus beidh riamh titim. Ní bheidh mo aoibh gháire a bheith bun os cionn. Toisc go mbeidh mé ag seasamh go deo mo talamh. Poet's Notes about The Poem Comments about ~ An Screams I Mo Aisling ~ by Brandy Avery Read this poem in other languages This poem has not been translated into any other language yet. Brandy Avery's Other Poems Famous Poems Phenomenal Woman Maya Angelou Still I Rise Maya Angelou The Road Not Taken Robert Frost If You Forget Me Pablo Neruda Dreams Langston Hughes Annabel Lee Edgar Allan Poe Caged Bird Maya Angelou If Rudyard Kipling Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening Robert Frost A Dream Within A Dream Edgar Allan Poe