A firefly shines
It dawns in the distance
I change my clothes
In the dark silence
It's freezing cold
A cathedral
I will open its door
I will climb the stairs
I will jump on the clock's hands
A sheep is rolling over the sky
The priest is waking up
Time takes away my staff
And the constellation is raving mad again
Saša Milivojev
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