Like a Novel
of art -- I am her delirium
in a human's darkness
of being -- this Nothingness
our two worlds Paris
our illusions the street
there I catch my destiny
where her trance resuscitates
a mystery
a hope
our prayers
Copyright © Milan Georges Burovac | Year Posted 2015
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