Like a bird sweeping across the sky
In spite of broken wings,
The sun still brighter
Despite the night,
The sweet smell of lily of the valley
Under a thick blanket of concrete pavement,
Heartbeat
Taken out of my chest. . .
czwartek, 28 kwietnia 2011
Uyghur tears - Peace and liberty for East Turkistan
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