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Prolazim rivom
i osluškujem zvukove grada,
a zrake sunca po moru
miluju me pogledom.
U jednom trenutku
zaslijepljena suncem,
susrećem neke oči
za mene sasvim nepoznate
Kao da dodirujem život stranca
prodirem u njegove tajne
i otkrivam mu svoje
u jednom dodiru očiju.
Trenutak prođe
i nastavlja se rutina ,
a veza između dva života
ostaje lebdjeti zrakom.
i osluškujem zvukove grada,
a zrake sunca po moru
miluju me pogledom.
U jednom trenutku
zaslijepljena suncem,
susrećem neke oči
za mene sasvim nepoznate
Kao da dodirujem život stranca
prodirem u njegove tajne
i otkrivam mu svoje
u jednom dodiru očiju.
Trenutak prođe
i nastavlja se rutina ,
a veza između dva života
ostaje lebdjeti zrakom.
Literature
Supposed to, but
You're supposed to be there for me
But you really never are
You're supposed to know me
But really you don't know anything
You're supposed to chase me when I run out of the room
But you never leave your chair
You're supposed to love me when I'm happy
But instead you bring me down
You're supposed to hug me when I cry
But instead you just hit harder
You're supposed to know when something's wrong
But instead you just make things worse
You're supposed to miss me when I'm gone
But I doubt you'd even notice
Literature
Justice
"There is right
and there is wrong,
there is no in between."
Until there was you.
I pray that you will heal.
I will live with this,
just as you will.
And though it defies
my very nature,
for once
I'll break the scales
because Grace
Imbalance.
is
Literature
Latent
I've still got a poem in me, for you.
I know it, I feel it, I sense that it's true.
All of the feelings, all of the pain
forged into language-rich links of hot chain.
I've still got a sonnet, I've still got a rhyme -
there's only so much can be healed by time.
I need the catharsis, I crave the release,
the flow of the words out; the influx of peace.
I've still got a verse and it sits in my bone;
I'll know when it's ready, I'll know when it's grown.
the torch of my feelings is still hot and lit,
and my poem for you - well this isn't it.
More like a precursor, more like a trial run,
a practice, a test flight, a battle half-won,
a vanguard o
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