Freedom – my shelter, my home!
I forgot your kissing winds,
I forgot your caressing hands.
The way you make my heart
pulse and throb, the way
I am reaching out to the stars.
Place, so known, yet so far,
like a childish dream – here
and there, courage and fear.
The sky is grey, though it’s blue,
it is snowing but the sun is true.
It is night but the day is coming through.
Opened windows, fields of butterflies,
beyond the horizon I see your silhouette,
welcome to my house and my tears wet!
Drink tonight with me from a glass
full of wine and dreams and tears,
your presence lingers all these years
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Photograph by Ales Krivec
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