LYRIC

Saša Milivojev

DOOR

At heaven’s door
I watch through the keyhole
All my friends
Angels and devils
Chasing me
The opera has started
But I heard no overture sounds
Running away on the milky way
Picking fond memories from the sky
No longer do I recognise those faces
I stumbled over
The fake tears of the moon
I open the door
Returning to myself
And they are left with a shadow
If someone understands
That an archangel will be sculpted from it
I am leaving
My music is not there
The knots of my verses
that I can untangle
Are not there

Saša Milivojev

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