Indigo Autumn

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Indigo Autumn

Big City Solitude
* * * (Sometimes you don’t know)
A Manual for Surviving Life (after the summer)
Underground Sun
Foolish to Cry
I Close My Eyes into the Night
Flight at 6 AM
Until the End of the World

It’s calm inside me,
cosy, and yet
I think of the night that for long
does not promise marvelous moonwalks
before dawn

quietly
my thoughts drain verse by verse
– I look for a place to frame your soul
with few words I take away the night from you
stealing the excitement from others’ smiles
in the tunnel of my palms I hand you
to see the whirlpool of the world
the stars mix the times
in halos of wings around our heads
I speak to you quietly
kilometers away, yet close as a thought of prayer
I close my eyes into the night
I embrace
the force that demolishes all known dimensions

AuthorGorana Mitrović
2018-08-21T17:22:38+00:00 June 21st, 2014|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 96|0 Comments