Tonight I really feel the need to write .. ...
forgive me for this?
I had promised myself not to do it .......
So rare moments of paradise
in this land of thoughts
so mute these humble words
who speak and to remain silent while
life is made of microscopic Istati
breaks and endless
captured the moment and in the heart of Serbia
because to placate
gray that the future holds
a strip of sun
to hold on in the night
the brightness of a star
rarely appears
and let go of the tired hands
that follows the old beat
narrino that this life ...
of these thoughts .....
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