There are no more birds in this blue bright sky
The rose lost its redness
No more rustle of the sadness, sealed in loud melody of the battle cry
Cold as the stone, petrified by fear the clock has stopped ticking in this man chest
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Site Of A Fire
RandomCollection of Poems Futuristic, expressionist, impressionist, constructivist poetry
Hush
There are no more birds in this blue bright sky
The rose lost its redness
No more rustle of the sadness, sealed in loud melody of the battle cry
Cold as the stone, petrified by fear the clock has stopped ticking in this man chest