When Horses Die

Poem By Velimir Khlebnikov

When horses die, they breathe
When grasses die, they wither,
When suns die, they go out,
When people die, they sing songs.

Comments about When Horses Die

A bit too short mate, u need some more pride!
A bit tooooooo short mate, u need some more pride! ! !
A bit toooooooo short mate, u need some more pride! ! !
when horses die = they die with no sound


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