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between new
and full moon
same old sky
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the past and the future
merge in a single beat
of the clock
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prolećna noć
disanje prati
otkucaje sata
spring night
breathing follows
ticking of the clock
May Themes
Tag japanesepoetry
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announcement of spring
deep in the heart of city
echoing silence
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snow moon
a single window
separate us
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We stopped the communication and it was my guilt. Angels show up only when we ask, but somewhere along the way I forgot that little thing. Digging through the numbers, I found one of the best pieces I have ever written. 2-11-11. So often I forget what the real power is.
autumn wind
scattering down the road
torn hearts
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Do you sometimes have a feeling of missing some old days and things that used to take so much of your energy in the past, things that used to make you nuts before? Sometimes I miss those long drives to the work by taxi cab and all conversations that I used to have with my Inner Self on our way from one part of the town to another.
leaving no memories
all along the street
autumn silence
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Echo of the silence becomes too loud for a mind. Apparent calmness refuses to cooperate.
seasons alternate
a single wish
in the empty sky
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Playing the hide’n’seek with the Inner Child, my thoughts made the strangest mix of all passions I ever had. A shyly whisper in my head said a term I have never heard before – Symmetrical Self. My Mathematician was absolutely astonished – transformation turns a double S into the perfect infinity sign.
Blue Moon peeks through the blinds and the power of now is losing control.
painting nature in gold
you waste colors in vain,
autumn
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Between what has already happened and what is yet to come, the pages of an abandoned blog flash like the sparks in a starless night. It’s really not difficult to identify myself with the once written sentences, considering that I am my own favorite writer.
autumn evening
thoughts are louder
than the ticking clock
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Despite my countless efforts to present the Moon as wonderful as I really see Him, my Virtual Moon denies our connection and refuses to cooperate. For those who are wondering why I see the Moon as a male, I will just say that we all have rights to create our own inner worlds.
end of July
photos of the moon
fulfill a gallery
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Walls, fences and borders… Nothing can’t stop a soul from flying.
spreading light ~
a gold plate
in the evening sky
STAIN ~ sketches from life & clips of dreams 