Genre: Spiritual, Dream, Inspirational
by SANIJELA MATKOVIĆ
It was raining, although the announced wind.
Regardless of the insensitive time, dreams are still
were declared clear.
One name, one address, one look …
Perhaps it would be enough, and half of the verse
at least a half-hearted beginning of the story,
that began less than eighteen years.
an entire majority stood in the heart.
Waiting for you spring,
that reality boldly and pollinate flowers
Can you ever go back …
From this view,
of this now.
Backwards eighteen summers
and even more of printed collections of songs that were inadvertently
went into the wind.
Well, not disappeared.
The canopy memories hide them in their secret
for a time better than yesterday.
Can a first kiss,
love at last look,
the first handshake,
unjedriti hugs fangs years.
There is a clock that returns time yesterday
subtle and it combines with this now !?
This reflection is not a hypothesis, a thesis is even less.
The story is about this one dream.
which lasted a whole age of majority.
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