Free verse poem written ages ago
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It has been awhile
since the date has passed.
I still remain inside the time loop
that is today.
Tearing pieces of tomorrow,
counting the chances I have yet to borrow.
Maybe it's just an illusion,
maybe I'm just afraid.
Hoping you'll read all the letters
I've yet to send your way.
Have you ever thought in anguish,
assumed you've done all right, then vanished?
Is it just my distraught delusion
that you've taken pieces of tomorrow?
Have you thought of redeeming your error?
Perhaps I'm ever so silly to fret
you might look back and regret,
that the shreds of your life spent with me
will never really set you free.
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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...
