I had a little
silvery star
floating above
my reckless heart
At nights I kept it
in my prettiest dreams
floating in the
kindest seas
As the silver sparkled
so beautiful, clean,
many were attracted
to its blinding gleam
So I let them touch
the parts of me
I liked to see
completely free
My reckless heart,
it said to me,
"Your star may float,
yet will never flee"
So a smile escaped
from between my lips
as I twisted and turned
and let the hands do their work
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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...
