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A NEW DAWN

The sleepy Sun, so red and sublime,
whispers as slowly falls into sleep.
I feel, it goes down with every rhyme—
the day may vanish in a sweep…

It sinks so surely into the West.
Colours get darker, whisper’s away…
It brings the smell of stars with such zest
by making dusk no longer to stay.

While counting millions of stars that stun,
I listen how every part of me
raves the last whisper of the red Sun:
A new dawn will come, just wait and see…

Dragana Konstantinovic
Translated by the author
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