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There was a depth in my despair
so eager, so relentless
For what I was to prepare
I could not grasp - it was endless
The screams, they came to me in dark
and called out until they spark
The cries from my silenced mouth
were all parched from the drought
Now lying down on flower bed so rough
I was met with cold rebuff
To end the silent wails of awe
I had to meet with my new grave
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Värvitud sinised linnud
PoetryVärvitud sinised linnud on kurvad. Nad ei nuta, vaid raputavad tiibasid ja pritsivad värvi. Kogumik luuletustest nii inglise kui ka eesti keeles. / The colored blue birds are sad. They will not cry, but shake their feathers and spray paint. This is...