Dream Poem by Sasho Ognenovski

Dream



I walked down through the halls of loneliness
And searching for myself.
My eyes are drops of lead.
Drawning more deeper
I imagine I am dying.
In the weep of the siren
I am finding my well-meant
"good morning…"
In the breath of the whiteness
I am opening my eyes.
Everything glowing deep in my soul
Is already broken down.

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