Ana Božičević

The Wind

You smell like a
Cello to me
What I always
Wanted to play
You look like
A tree
With the light
Left on
I'm not sure
Where you came
From and what
Makes you afraid
But I know
It's not me
And you're not
From the past
I think you're
From some stream
Of time
That only
Just begins
Like a hiccup
I don't want
To end
Yawn passed on
In secret
The wind
Teasing the
Do you think
Just one wind?

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