This sweet dream is slowly putting into deep sleep,
While the dark hands are burning scars.
Why are you all rushing to wake me up? Let me fall asleep – it hurts to wake up!
There are no more places, which aren't burnt by these hands...
By the hands, which cover everything in sharp metal.
These hands armed me...from everything.
They burned everything, expect You.
Please, save yourself while you can because You – are the last without scars!
I will keep You safe for now, while everything else – whatever.
If You, dear love, will be touched by these dark hands – these metals will seek for bitter revenge.
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Poetry with Lithuania and English language. Poezija anglų ir lietuvių kalbomis.
PoetryHello there. This is my first poetry book. My poems are mixed with Lithuanian and English languages. I am lithuanian by myself but I write in English and Lithuanian, depending on my mood and inspiration. Feel free to comment your opinion, views, adv...
