Djurica Edelinski- Serbia\ MUSE

Djurica Edelinski- Serbia

MUSE My muse is gone ... She disappeared in a rain of bitter tears, She headed for the false glow She forgot her soul ... She left her soul in my heart Now I am a man with two souls. My soul and her soul Love permanently sealed. Am I rich or poor? One body, two souls, Love is, but ... Is she alive or dying?

Djurica Edelinski