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small flower and one gloomy lover
cold room
and many showers
but no water,
only empty souls
He spoke with her,
but ..She never said a word
little bird was staring on his face
this face was full of grace.
red eyes, and blue choppy lips
tried to say something,
but his name wasn´t on the list
silent voice of moment like this
flower and man,
both looking for the bliss.