Balkan Dreams

A falling sun drowns
in the darkness of
bare mountain peaks,
echoes of passing days.

The sky is split
by gold and black.

Balkan dreams settle
between minaret and church tower,
fractured like stone
slopes in the distance.

The night is divided
by stars.

A tired moon hangs
in front of a dark sheet.
Sharp points of light
shiver above cracked streets.

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