Sanja Lukic Poems

Let's meet halfway
of my death and your resurrection,
my sorrows and your joys,
my darkness and your light.
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Show me love
so, I believe that miracles exist.
Yes, all mine is yours, and all yours is mine.
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The secret of pearls

Save my dreams,
if I born again
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Maybe you'll wait for me somewhere on a cloud
In the quiet hours of midnight,
when darkness is light to those who do not return to the day.
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I am still the centre of your eyes
The restless dream of the moon over the coast.
The foam of the waves remained on the rock
A minute of waiting in a fading eternity.
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Tonight, I'm a fisherman in
Your sea of unrest. Entangled in the web of your thoughts. Freed and caught. Tonight, I'm you're shining star. your truth and your lie, in your dreams hidden by your lips fed. Tonight I am the restlessness of your gaze, hidden in your eye's tear, the sleeping butterfly without wings on your palm. I'm your image on the moon, the voice of fate tonight. Tonight, I'm yours today and tomorrow. You're beginning and end.
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If you are leaving, my apple leaves quietly
with the young spring the murmur of the stream, in silence. Don't leave behind the open flowers, the conceived fruits, the pollen on the bee's wings and that gleam in the eye that makes everything bloom and wither. And do not leave, when the Snowdrops bow their heads to the Primrose in their moment of glory. Under the glare of the sun at dusk, everything stops for a minute of silence. If you are leaving, my apple, let it be a secret, that the birds do not hear singing, that the moon does not see the new moon, that the scrolls do not feel sadness, and that love takes its breath away.
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Poppy field

Do the infirmities of the night bind you in the bloody field of poppies. In a flash of Sotoning blessings!
Or sleep my lamb in the jaws of the beast by the river of pain. Tomorrow will never play God,
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I disappear into the stardust of the night.
your kiss is honey in a honeycomb.
you are a small eternity woven from passion.
Can I pay the bill at dawn I will fall.
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Zamzam
Zamzam Jaanu, Zamzam my life
the smell of quince on the wardrobe
Autumn fruitful are red,
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