My body aches from spells
lips quiver to place into words.
Hearts those have cast in foreign lands.
Anchoring gasps in my breast,
the task lays on me too heavy.
Hence I cover up and cast off.
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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...
