The Last Horseman
Saša Milivojev - THE LAST HORSEMAN
White, everything is white
The walls are moving
A body in hospital sheets
White horses pull the bed
The soul crawls behind them and begs
White
Around the bed
Angels dance in a circle
The sky sheds its clothes
Give me back my body
To forge my heart
I do not want to travel anymore
Through this endless field
Wrapped in white sheets
Saša Milivojev
www.sasamilivojev.com
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