Five haikus put together to form a poem.
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The last rain washes
away the cold night with
early crisp breeze
The creaking door of
my back porch droops awry
with your heavy breath
Is this your form of
flattery to stand in front
of me, head held high?
You count your steps so
eagerly, glare even so
menacing and harsh
And when you call out
my name, it chimes faint within
your godlike whisper
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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...
