Slavka Božović: Wait for Me

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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.