The beautiful face of truth
In the dream
a unicorn touches my hand
while lying down
on the ruined tower of books.
I greet him with a kiss
the child he has
a huge butterfly in the heart.
Truth grows in all beautiful things,
everything else is a lie.
In the dream
a unicorn touches my hand
while lying down
on the ruined tower of books.
I greet him with a kiss
the child he has
a huge butterfly in the heart.
Truth grows in all beautiful things,
everything else is a lie.
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Sanja Atanasovska
Sun 15th Aug 2021 09:50
Thanks