Dew
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Dew is to you remained,
viscous drops of the herbs
braid is entwined with the earth,
thrown up are his hands.
fate - in abyss a flight,
by pure tear down
waits in abyss someone
the fall from life to life.
be the rainfall of a star,
of the planets - side daughter,
you on the photograph
send me amute hello.
The coral bone - shines,
emerald waves of song,
Eyes-blue are the skies -
stretching their hands in cross.
Bu şiiri puanla
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