“To hear never-heard sounds, To see never-seen colors and shapes, To try to understand the imperceptible Power pervading the world; To fly and find pure ethereal substances That are not of matter But of that invisible soul pervading reality. To hear another soul and to whisper to another soul; To be a lantern in the darkness Or an umbrella in a stormy day; To feel much more than know. To be the eyes of an eagle, slope of a mountain; To be a wave understanding the influence of the moon; To be a tree and read the memory of the leaves; To be an insignificant pedestrian on the streets Of crazy cities watching, watching, and watching. To be a smile on the face of a woman And shine in her memory As a moment saved without planning.” ― Dejan Stojanovic
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The words bring soft whispers to my soul
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Sweetly expressed, thank you. 🙂
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Hellooo 🙂
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Hello dudette. 😀
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Interesting seeing the real and fake cities. Does it mean something?
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Not really. The real one was taken from at the real fake one. 🙂
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wonderful poem and I’m rather fond of fake cities!
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Thanks Cybele. 🙂
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