A Date
Wait for me in the Street of Aged Lovers
At nine by our sign
You will recognise me easily
I will be wearing a sun ray coloured shirt
That is the colour of your shine
If I come first
I will recognise you even more easily
When you arrive, reality
Turns into a fairy tale
poem by Jankovic Zoran
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