Give Me Back My Rags #11

Portrait of Vasko Popa
Vasko Popa 1922–1991

I've wiped your face off my face Ripped your shadow off my shadow

Leveled the hills in you Turned your plains into hills

Set your seasons quarreling Turned all the ends of the world from you

Wrapped the path of my life around you My impenetrable my impossible path

Just try to meet me now

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