duminică, 14 august 2016

the magic nights



for the greatest moments you don't need the special powers
it's enough a bed and a way to meet your dream
you can fly as a bird, can swim as a fish
or just breath like a tree
the sad or weird part
is that rock has the memory of creation
and felt His breath and caress
my magic world
is hiding behind the words
which accompany my white nights
I am the vowel and consonant of his name


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