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Screams and cries,
deluded lies,
we ostracize our pet allies.
We push and pull
the moon so full,
sadness glowing slightly dull.
As thick as thieves
we would have been
collecting drops from jutting eaves.
Gone with the tide
we both collide
and pick up the senses early dried.
To rise above the boiling gale,
stick together bits derailed,
we have to dance like we never failed.
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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...
