I hearken to raindrops
melting in my ears.
An eerie quietness erupts.
I'm here
but now quite.
My body doesn't
feel the moment.
Tired from
not standing up,
I lay still.
And I listen
to the rain
dissolving my blood.
What will I become?
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Värvitud sinised linnud
Thơ caVärvitud 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...
