Relic

Remained to you
As remains in the clothes’ shelf
An old coat…
I am as single with your soul
That I fear to move, without you with me…
Morn:
Dishevel the hair,
Writhe the eyes,
Wake up with your image…

Dylbere Dika
Poet

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