How Do You Fill The Hours (Nafaka) Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

How Do You Fill The Hours (Nafaka)



with moments of hope
just a shadow in the wake
in thoughts you’re followed
by traces of infliction
a prey for the hawks
when all the waitings grasp
the pendulums of falls
the moment slips away



cime punis sate
trenucima nadanja
u cekanju ostace sjen
mislima te prate
tragovi stradanja
za orlove plijen
kad cekanja shvate
klatna od padanja
isklizne tren

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