Ilustracija: AI
Wait for me, my little prince
In the zenith of longing,
when the dawn still sleeps,
Here I am, riding on the saddle of the moon
Wait, in a bed of jasmine and grass.
Wait for me,
somewhere at the crossroads of dreams,
On the way to you I collect bouquets of stars,
I bind them with a song
and a gold ribbon of letters,
For some future more beautiful, more enlightened nests.
The hugs of hope reach the deepest core,
Look at the sky, a dry tear is choking me,
I want your hand to hold me forever
And your lips caress the wrinkles on my tired soul.
Wait for me, eternal hay of my silence,
Wait for me until I reach your dream,
I will bring you unconditional love and the spectrum of the rainbow,
Wait, I will become your guiding star.
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