Stack of Sunsets
by Ljubo Popovich
Sunsets crumble between my thumbs, Ask the past to save my name. Banish dreamland, Find the cure for growing old A burning tree in silhouette. Empty clouds, one-sided jewels: I’ll take the train, out of town, Until I jump out of my skin Sunsets crumble as I cry, Sunsets bursting in my mouth, Stack of sunsets Dawn is waiting |
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