Slobodan Nikolic Poems

The night is dawning in my head.
Dreams are perishing in sultriness,
On gloomy Sunshine
Of my fears.
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It’s the third day already

That the Sun doesn’t come out.
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Trains are, so they say,
Much more comfortable for long journeys
Than the buses
You can stretch
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You are reading Neruda
At 6 o’clock in the morning
After sleepless night
In somebody else’s apartment
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