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Tickling shadows run apart
As sadness comes and covers my heart.
What a pitty must I be-
To feel my self in such a misery?
Mice have eaten all the cheese,
And I have no luck, as none of these.
Empty pockets, lost my mind,
How could I ever see the road
That I need to find?
A secret whispers in my ear:
"Do you listen? Can you hear?
Force within you never dies-
Don't give up now,
Wake and try!"
Silent shadows fade as frost.
Sadness gone, and all doubts lost.
What a burden must it be,
To carry all way long-with my own history...
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Ljurbejaaks (viesis) (25.01.2026, 13:20)Kāpēc te nav neviena patriotiska dzejnieka, kas liriskā formā attēlotu Barikāžu cīņās..?
:((arpa (31.12.2025, 21:48)Radošu 20 26. Lai top!Ljurbenjaaks (viesis) (29.09.2024, 10:44)Davaj, Ckilla, raksti un nepilosofē te daudz! :))
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