Drazhenga Kezchaltov Poems

Descendants from above, flying sky high
At bird eye's view, searching for it's dinner
Razor sharp claws; the prey waiting to die
Foe's blood flows, getting thinner and thinner
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Love is remarkable
It gives the life we share
We both must be understandable
We both must always care
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There are two states,
We normally go through in life;
The good, of ones with high fates,
And the evil, of ones we live to strive.
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