I'm stealing your sighs.. Ljiljana Dobra

 

You talk like a bird ...
all ferns breathe on the bosom,
for harvested them with the breath of your eyebrows.
From the forest of starry leaves
I feel:
You walk on the wind hair .
I steal your sighs
with flutters desires
I folding in the
dewy haystack of
lives lyrics.
You don't know how you got hurt me;
the echo of your step
I'm closing at the dream.
You sleep in me
until the cruel morning.

Ljiljana Dobra

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