Eyes are red,
so red.
And dreams are...
aren't they?
Mind goes wandering all day,
sometimes won't come back.
And at night you find yourself
awake
again.
YOU ARE READING
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...
