Sirens ring vague in my mind,
the clock ticks close to midnight.
All the light I can not see
is drawing shades on the barricades.
First comes the eerie smell of copper,
than a loud bang of the pendulum clock.
Thoughts they stalk my breathless breather,
as I walk down the endless corridor.
Your head rested on my shoulder,
eyes were shut, quivering.
Candles flickered then turned cold,
we were buried in tales untold.
Gasping in pain,
the noise inhumane
you flinched at the sharpness
of my lullaby.
We turn, we hide, we cloak
all the threads of hopeful smoke.
Peeking through the satin curtain
unmasking sorrow feels uncertain.
I leave you there, unmoving, still,
cheeks and neck drained of colour.
Laugh so bitter, echoes back
as I run from conscience tainted black.
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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...
