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I woke up or I'm still asleep
in the quiet night with the moon
which frames our memories
in feelings that glow forever in us.

Dawn light
sleepily folds your thoughts
in the arms of the night
on the roads of secrets.

I follow them in half sleep
my unfulfilled dreams
packed in the trash
where the black birds
feed their ego...

I promised myself one night
on a cloud of hope
I will sail with them to the place
where dream and reality meet

Maybe then the sun's rays
I will feel them stronger
as with its light
They warm my soul...

© Gordana Andonovska

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