One the verge between light and darkness --
moon stops before the transition began --
I stand watching the empty night sky.
The eyes of our conflict
(a war fades when closed.)
However, she was caring.
She went to survive,
seek union.
What rules the darkness is alone.
It is easy to see,
choice for those who see:
"For a thousand diamonds,
Visionary seeks victory
among the thousands of prophecy,
all clear as diamonds. "
And the blaze brings the down.
Were they naked, impure?
(She says that there was reason)
Powerless to explain the loss of life,
lying in the mist of reflection,
seek,
each other
in absurd for
Sad look on his face,
Sweet sorrow in his heart
He takes the pencil
Stab the book in the heart
Tears start to fall
And form the stream,
No a river of thoughts about her
Just like she left tears
On the canyon's of his face
When she said
I dont love you anymore
A Beggar
He was a lonely footnote
In a concrete city; alone
Like a crow on the rain, he lie there
Like a fist on middle of a square
No sign, not even a plainsong
For mercy; fragrance - strong
Like landscape of his face - told us all
Slim legs like an exclamation mark
When the rainy clouds took him away, he left
A chalk silhouette on the ground
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Translation of the original poem,
"A Beggar", by Kristoffer M. Miracco
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Prjevod pjesme "Prosjak"(eng."A Beggar"),
napisao Kristoffer M. Miracco