A room has used to long and quiet songs,
which call the sun inward at a gold dawn.
The parting's close. It could not be postponed.
Black wings will bring a bird to the sky home.
They'll bring it to the sun and the gold rays
will kiss lost by the heavens the small son.
It'll be accepted by a new quick pack
to a prolong sonorous ringing cry.
The wind will force to spread the glowing wings.
It'll force to lose the nestling falling fright.
Strong instinct of the flight will plainly win.
Once scarlet sunset will divide up us...
17.07.2025
A room has used to long and quiet songs
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