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Beyond the horizon
i am praying. I am on my knees
and I hide my thoughts in words
I am repenting in disbelieve, laughs and moans.
I repeat myself in a dream
I am lost in delirium,
I endure all the same,
I hate and I love ...
somebody is spinning my future
and my past,
like that blue ball.
And I’m catching on the fly
your affectionate glance.
The honey of your chapped lips,
they are sweet and spicy
and I know: I'm foolish
remembering the pain,
and clinging to moments.
How to forget reality?
Why the full moon is blind?
Meanwhile in silence,
somewhere in the southern seas,
the island is melting in the darkness
and stars - the tears of the sky,
and the Southern Cross
are hanging on the crystal pin,
and constellations like chandeliers above me
are flickering in the emptiness of the endless.
8.2018
Southern Cross on the Pin
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