SHADOW’S PLAY
Suddenly
I saw
How
The shadow
Is playing
With it’s own cat
At once
The moon
saw
How the Sun
Is playing
With my body
In
This city
For which
Nobody
Doesn’t remember
Why it is called
Hand City
Because
Nobody there
For long time
Didn’t see
their hands
And
This all started
with a shadow’s play
In front of
An old lamp
With a captured
Spirit in i
Borce Panov
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