a blooming daisy sensation
The edges of rain clouds merge
a random bird sound form concrete
until a fading moment of dusk sky
the spark of the first cigarette
a gaze beyond present
the decline of Zlatnite Mostove
the golden becomes rocky
with the loitering present gloom
intake of oxygen becomes relevant
and the last one is lit.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem