At a moment, I saw her coming toward me all in shine and wrote about it.


Feeling

When I see you, all my wishes
are fulfilled, and I do not know
whether I dream with my eyes open
or I am awake in someone's dream.

Behind your words, I hear music
that pours over my face like a cascade
of a mountain river in days
deserted and full of heat.

In us, there is growing a flower,
as unreal as sunset and unexpected
like fulfilling of a forgotten wish.



Poetry by Dejan
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Written on 2006-11-06 at 15:29

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