A marzipan statue adorns my altar of soul
Love has never smelled like flowers
a book, which' meaning does not have to be asked from the author
I know it myself
How the sun reflects in your eyes
How your hair looks like cotton candy clouds
How every word you say
Has a wonderful siren-like sound
Kiss me if nothing else
Hold me like a piece of lace
I grab the clouds
I am drowning in silk made of flesh and blood
—————————————————Martsipanist kuju kaunistab mu hingealtarit
Armastus pole kunagi lõhnanud kui lilled
Raamat, mille tähendust ei pea küsima autorilt
Ma tean ise
Kuidas päike peegeldub su silmis
Kuidas su juuksed meenutavad suhkruvatist pilvi
Kuidas iga sinu lausutud sõna
Omab imetabast sireenilikku kõla
Suudle mind kui mitte miskit
Hoia mind kui pitsitükki
Haaran kinni pilvist
Upun lihast ja verst tehtud siidis
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Collection of poems
PoesíaWords, just fucking words - that's all they ever were, all they ever will be