rainy day calendar
healing weeds 
tower destroyed from a trifle 
you always need reflexes
in front of a rifle
sirens solemnly approach
the shore with each wave 
as a warning sign 
oracle from the fate
bankrupt from dawn 
pretzels of my destiny 
(translated from romanian)                
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