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What if I dreamed of lucid bliss?
Will I forget the things I miss
or drive into the deep Abyss?
Should I cry out to the darkness
or paint my hollow mind with sadness?
Would it be such a weakness
to give Time the upper hand regardless?
But this is just a deluded vision
keeping me from head-on collision
Embracing the illusion honest, sincere
I step off the edge of nightmare unclear
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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...
