Waterdrop

  There I was, not knowing whether it was light or darkness around. I lived inside your eyes but didn’t know if I was inside lakes or pools of anger. What I saw there, I left with you. Night after night, I crossed the boulevard, flying through your window. I flew above you and full of darkness, I went to sleep in the palm of your hands. Like a water drop on a feather, sleeping through the only dream of God. Svetlina    

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