at dawn we sometimes
dream our walking away
these aren't terrible dreams
when with the smile
we are walking away
not saying even... bye
we too often said
similar words, every day.
and now differently than always
in silence
and in silence of morning
we are dreaming
our walking away
without fear,
unemotionally,
we are walking away
in order to wake up
and to state,
that nothing has changed
somebody beside is snoring
and he is dreaming one's dreams
and we know, that he is our human...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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