I could see a piece of paper lying on a broken table.
Pieces of tape lay on the paper,
They stuck together on the script.
While it happened a little later,
They still somehow click.
A crack was slowly yet surely
Sealed.
They got up hesitantly yet assuredly
In the field
Of a dark hem.
Something has reappeared.
It was something I couldn't see long ago.
It's close to me.
A red piece of something sheared,
It's no longer dissolved in the dark.
Bright colours consumed the dark — a path is cleared.
The yearness for each other develops a new spark.
Much is needed to be said,
But perhaps a few sentences
Can clear the long path ahead.
I fall in the shadow.
I listen to the dark.
I
can
see
it.
I
can
see
the
meaning.
The noise is pleasurable,
It stops when I need it to.
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Bereikšmiški žodžiai(mano emo era.)
RandomJust a compilation of poems or short stories I've written in my free time or they didn't make the cut for a fanfic - mostly in Lithuanian. Slow updates. Not explaining any of this lolsz.