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YOU DISAPPEAR
Katja Sraka
You are a stream
In my dried out desert,
Fulfilling me with freshness and life,
Making it green
But then you disappear.
And you are the sun,
Exhausting me,
Bringing me drought,
I slowly die,
My plants are gone
And then you disappear.
Sometimes you are the wind
Throwing my sand around,
Cooling me, moving me,
You invite me to dance,
Though you know I have no chance.
That's why you disappear.
