Those little angels...
Like a firefly
between dreams and reality.
Like a lamp shining
when we are tired and hopeless.
Like a poem that
steals itself away from us, and we
do not know
from where. We only see that,
with a smile,
they steal our heart,
and leave their little, shivering one.
Poetry by Dejan
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Written on 2006-12-16 at 19:30
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A Little Child
Like a firefly
between dreams and reality.
Like a lamp shining
when we are tired and hopeless.
Like a poem that
steals itself away from us, and we
do not know
from where. We only see that,
with a smile,
they steal our heart,
and leave their little, shivering one.
Poetry by Dejan
Read 885 times
Written on 2006-12-16 at 19:30
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