Morning
12. 1. 2009
I was waking and heard a silver flute
when dawn was spreading its wings on the scenery.
I was waking and leaving my dream
where faeries danced in the chamomile.
When the sky became crystalline
and the curtain fondled the window sill,
my body was caressed by this morning breeze.
And through the window a martin flew into my room...
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