Poezie
Steps on the sand
To the thief of dreams
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I shall agree to live
If the God tells me
That you’ll think twice
I’ll let my leap
To loose in the profound heights
Smelling of an unknown perfume
Of nowhere, noday
Because you don’t tell me your name
And I have not guessed where I am
Damn, life is strange and
over this way
That is not stopping
To show to you
As if you’ll be there
As if you don’t live
Without passport or permission
In my soul
For a moment
Of more than a century
and it falls, falls, falls
The chinese drop
In my soul’s shell
Rising
And lowing
Absurdly
Constantly
Congruently
And nicely tanned
Every evening
Your smile
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