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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