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Stranger
by
Mira Minkova
I looked for your eyes in the sunrise -
as if the long night
has turned into happiness
and now slowly
and sadly
was burning on...
Let me patch up your reveries,
stranger,
To sew on to your coat
this little part of the soul
which...
I will never be able to grant you in other ways.
The day will gulp us both in a minute
and the tender silence of the embrace
will remain drowned in the past,
as love.
Like yesterday,
like never again.
Come on - you'll be late - the whole world today is expecting you
you'll find me again some day
on the lapel of your clothes
Knit together.
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