GORAN
RADIČEVIĆ
About Denial
They say
- you died
in my
room
you still
bloom
Fragrance
of your
petals
wake me
up in the morning
with
coffee
I feel
every
past touch
Dawn
The first
ray of the Sun.
with your
eye
he's
looking at me
I'm waiting
for a rainbow
to see a
face
in a drop
of tears
or
on a
mountain flower
Night
Lonely
Moon
looking
at my room
I see a
shadow in the moonlight ...
Yours?
There you
are
and when
you're not here ...
...
GORAN
RADIČEVIĆ
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