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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.

◄ Visiting the sun

Diaspora of verses ►

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Sanja Atanasovska

Sun 15th Aug 2021 09:50

Thanks

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Adam Whitworth

Sat 14th Aug 2021 18:24

Poetry.

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