The Red
This is it:
The big love.
I'm no longer
childless woman.
This crey upon me
shivers
and disappears.
Oh The venom!
I'm the troubadour
who can't sing.
Have you ever
imagine
a life without despair?
I've got hold of it
I know I did.
But these cold pranks
won't admire me.
Lunatics without hands.
Their empty hymn
for the empty God.
The red
gives me nothing.
it's undone.
haadeksen-kukka
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