Sara Nuša Golob Grabner – Moira

I can feel my ardour
Softly dissipating
Into foggy nothingness.

The opulence
Of your sensuous
But careless emotions
Is enticing and shattering.
It is inseparably connected
To the night streets and deception.

You look at me as if I am an exotic bird,
And I see you as a comet.

Wild birds are not to be taken home,
And comets pass you by.
I am overtaken by the beauty
And the ice
With which you scar the midnight sky.

Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have, but I have it

Foto: Sara Nuša Golob Grabner

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