My days are unending,
filled with nothing but
the usual crap I see.
A dog walker and her Labrador,
a stray cat with curly fur,
an old man selling used phones,
a kid who throws stones at doves.
Good thing that I'm lazy,
because the unendingness
of my days has robbed me
of my purpose.
If there ever was one.
Oh, look, the cat crossed the street!
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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...
