BESMRTNI SNOVI
… ETERNAL DREAMS
I call out her name
at night
while she is asleep.
…
The reflexion of probability
is out of grasp
of my mortal soul
because
Ariadna
spun a yarn
from a molten core.
…
My core!
…
I call out her name
at dawn,
while she is asleep.
She is strong in her
restraint
while she lolls
on the tombstone
in the graveyard
of
my…
…
Destiny.
BUDUCE SVITANJE
DAYBREAK SOMETIME IN THE FUTURE
It is too hot
to dream
However…
It is to cold
to think
Bionote
Published 18 books of poetry and prose (BiH, France, Italy, Switzerland, USA). His poems translated into 20 world languages. Represented in anthology of poetry in World and Balkans. Awarded author. Edited two anthologies (poetry and aphorisms). Info: http://sabihadzi , weebly. com