Curtains
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Tom Allport
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What lovely curtains
What monsters do they make
It does not matter they are awake
It is curtains
The love of life and what it takes
Is born to them whose mind intakes
It does not matter they are unkind
What does matter is your kind?
Start anew with a bang
For we will all understand
When tears drip into the sand
And the glass............
Shall be passed..........
From hand to hand?
It is curtains
Bu şiiri puanla
Henüz puan verilmemiş