I read two books in less than a week.
I came back to my favorite time
where different worlds for happiness seek,
where author’s imagination becomes mine.

I read no book in last two months.
Foreign worlds were abandoned by me.
But they got busy, my two hands,
they had to type something for you to read.

I read no book, you stole the hours,
which I would use to open pages.
I read no book. But the time was ours,
we reach out from our mental cages

and we touched. With minds, no skins.
And it was like a thunderstorm.
At least it was like that to me,
before you preferred to be gone.

I have all the time for all the words
printed in my books at home.
But in my heart I dream for the lux
all my minutes you again to own.

26.10.2021г.
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