A poem

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I can't stop heeding you,

wherever you are, whatever you do;

whenever the world is making you suffer,

a cloudy chilly feeling's coming over me.

No, the world hasn't ever been on your side,

but that was never beyond what I know.

Trust me when you've decided to give,

close your eyes, hold and believe in your peace;

nothing is too far if emptiness is a feeling

of my way to make you wishing me enough.

Knock, knock twice then keep silent,

there will be no answer, but you'll know I'm there,

in a land where your thoughts are,

in the land which we alone still share.

Having wish to see me, with no one on your side,

long, but soft desire is a fruitless field of scarps.

We have to grow it bolder...

until you touch my cheek and look at my eyes,

reaching all my promises to be holding you back.

It will end your burden, reason to wait on,

nothing to knock for on the open door,

time and space, won't you now have it in one -

if you keep walking that path...

Oh, how I wish, watching your steps,

wish to be in one - being one in us.

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Aleksandar Perišic