Karmen Vidmar

I'm changing but remain the same
lost in infinity
the less I think less my thoughts pass
I've never been so free
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lost in the letters of the words
without dots and commas
I fight against infinity
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You turn behind him with a careful look
like october sun that cuts off with a rays
you will say for yourself that sometimes
You feel like Joan of Arc
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tako lepa v svojih očeh

tako nihanje presega običajno
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black is on white
the raven that jumps in the park
the blackberry which hides the fog
on a bench is the man in black
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a wind with a golden comb
disentangled the hair of willow
a mirror of the sky
admire for sophisticated beauty
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