Of the Light

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Of the Light

You Let the Words
Bright Tenderness
А Dream Entangled My Reality
I Ran
I Dream that I Disappear
The Word Is Our Destiny Deserved
Sorceries and Witchcraft
Remember

Remember
you must not see a butterfly
or the magic would be gone
and a gush of wind will blow its ashes away
remember
you are a butterfly
you are a big multicoloured butterfly
it carries the whole sky in its wings
you are my big powerful butterfly
you are so big
that you are in everything
You fly invisibly
for you are in the spirit of the wind
you are a butterfly
remember you must not
see yourself
you are a butterfly
that will never see itself
in another butterfly

AuthorElizabeta Drakulovska
2018-08-21T17:23:16+00:00 April 16th, 2006|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 47|0 Comments