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May Seem Strange
Perhaps it’s grief and sorrow wrapped around your frame,I do not know just how — yet feel it all the same.I wish that I were closer, so you’d let me see,And trust me with the burden that has captured thee. Such longing may seem strange, perhaps it truly may,Yet still it walks beside me every…
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When I opened my eyes
The sky was stripedwith shapes of your smileas I laid in grass and dreamtabout us Suddenly I felta soft touch, a tender hugas I kept the memoryunder my hands And all the bugs they crawled the leavescurious to see what I meantwhen I toldabout home and your name They could notice and understandthat the story…
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Safe space
Caring ears, holding fast,waiting on every syllable. Nothing to be read in between the lines. A gaze, silence that says ‘I am here’. A hand close by, far enoughto leave room for opening. Lukáš Sabol
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Slipped Away…
Before me, you appearAs if in a dream A fleeting little dreamWhose ending is unknown Sleep betrayed me,The dream left unfinished The alarm woke me,My joy shattered Ah, poor dream of mine,Once again, you slipped away… Jona Cenameri
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looking closely
Missing the placebecame my quiet meeting in a memory,holding a cup of chamomile teawith honey,and an image of an old smile. A joy can be foundin the most unpredictable spaces. Lukáš Sabol
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Ending Reveries
I loved you as one loves a dream,You turned it into my reality,And then you stopped believing in it. Jona Cenameri
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Our cloud
Do you see that cloud?!Up there, in the well of the skySulking, capriciousOr am I the only one who sees it? Heavy upon our heads weighsthis sky so poor in stars.We can scarcely see the same star,Perhaps a grey cloud will do. Jona Cenameri
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“You Are”
You are so kind.Too kind, I find —and maybe that is why I ache. I don’t want you to change a thing,I only wish that what’s betweenus, quiet, soft, unseen, unheard,would not just fade away unblurred. The wish, it lives in shadowed light,I try to save it — lose the fight. Perhaps I’m not the…
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The Swallow of Spring
Seasons passed, the weather tore apart.Some springs came and went.The swallow never came. I waited… I waited so longfor it to come at the start of April,to announce spring, as before. Verorja* rotted in my hand.Beneath the springish sun,its shadow left a mark. The swallow of spring forgot me.Forgot me…Forgot… even spring. *Verorja (from Verore)…
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Winter’s Scent
Can you smell the winter? Because I do The same way I feel your heart Day after day Slowly… painfully Drifting away As the weather get colder And the sun says bye, bye My soul aches Aches at the thought Of YOU Of your absence Of the fact That soon enough You will hide away…
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To the Sun
Today the sun forgot farewell — It shines to greet you, can you tell? My heart is caged in silent pain — Oh, what have I done to earn this chain? But I’ll reply — it’s no disgrace, Just joy that hides behind its face. I’m so happy that you are mine, I lose my…
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