Waiting For You

chvilkova inspiracia pred maturami:)

I hear the smell of a cigarette in a dream
light and heavy it may seem
We live in an ice age
where flowers bleed
butterflies dressed in yellow
and blue hang on the curtain
The handle moves
while the door open
and nobody walks in...

Am I? Through the grain of black coffee
bottomless End spreads to the
emptiness of our souls

I feel a duty to pas over the time
patiently
quietly
falling asleep

We live in an ice age
hardly anyone can imagine
the minutes of a second

When nobody walks in...

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