NikoRu Bathory Poems

I see a two-colored rainbow.
It's a bridge, I know,
to the real-dream world I've been looking for,
and I'm trying to reach that door.
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These wings are broken,
but I believe they are strong enough
for there's an ocean to be crossed.
I'll keep flying no matter how harsh the wind blows.
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I take a nap,
under a lulling fig,
and drown into the space.
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Here I sit, in a corner of a class,
a day after my twentieth year of living.

I wonder and wonder,
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couples by couples by couples
passing by, care not for the others
waiting and waiting and alone
only me, wind, and cat
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I finally find a place to rest my wings on
It's not the place I've been looking for, though
It's just a small yet pretty isle.
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here, alone, under a tree, waiting

nothing but the wind,
the grass and leaves dancing
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I lay in this dark room,
with double blanket upon me,
just me and the rain outside.
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