From the wrinkle between my brows
You watch till day breaks
On my face
The waxen night
Is beginning to singe
The fingers of dawn
Black bricks
Have already tiled
The whole dome of the sky
(Vasko Popa)
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Based on Topics: Night PoemsBased on Keywords: wrinkle, singe, waxen, tiled