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In the pocket of my heart: A poem by Slavka Bozovic

 I often feel you in my heart pocket
I always look for you in moments of longing
I write something to you, with tears as I keep quiet
But my mind always comes across your shadow
Honey, open the door of your dreams
I’ll approach you gently with grace
I will cure your soul, it will surely be new
I will gently remove the wrinkles from my face with my lips
I want to hug you with my secret verses
In my heart, your image will not fade
My fingers want me to dance your outlines
For sweet memories until my hair is gray
Maybe I’m not normal, or you’re my punishment
Tears fall when midnight strikes
I seek the depth of my pocket, my pain
I finally understand that you are an illusion …