If you turn off the light you can't put out the flame.
Under your river runs his bed.His fingers put comb in your hair.
He is here even then when you repeat:He is not here!
In the weight you are carring his forehead is by yourside.
In the air you are breathing something is missing
and if you rise in the air you will know that his hand is lifting you high.
(Zvonimir Golob)
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