Open Field
I feel better and better,
I feel better than the moon.
She circles her own path
and hides behind pine trees
and halves herself
or makes herself full
at her own will.
When I am somewhere on my own
I look at the moon and the stars
and loneliness stops burning.
Is it so simple?
No, because I have to want to do so.
Ifigenija Simonović
2 коментара:
Ein frohes Fest für dich, lieber Miroslav!!
..wünscht dir Monika
Danke Dir, liebe Monika!
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