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Dust particles of th eempty words like left wings of the unvisible birdsflowers the storm of the words'n'feelings h's like windfrail and brittle stalks-it's time to pass and die lightnings of feelingsthe silence of the warm evening stars threw on the heaven like the seeds offlowers of hate'n'love |
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The rains streaming along the edge of the counterflowing down the shoulders and face cold blows of whipthe whisper of silent drops windows, panes of flashes'n'brilliancethe darkened by the grey fog of the gloom |
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Liberation'n'freedom empty cages out of pigeonswe were floated by the ocean with the eternal prophecy in the hand |
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The poetry of the streets drowned in the rainthe green of the trees and the black of the nightcontrast of hope and hidden sad floods of tears cold and soulless |
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Lost flowers covered by the dust of oblivionmercy hidden under the veil of the old splendour the pastimmortal monument of hate'n'love of passion'n'desire |
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Someone said to the mirror when you're alone in your worldit will be the end of your dreams it will stay just the sadthe green of hope the next blessin' left on the stainy table |
