Jankovic Zoran Poems

What color are your eyes

I asked you nicely:
What color are your eyes?
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Your heart is messy, my dear.
You need to make a line in it:
Slaughter memories by date,
token by the dream alphabet,
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You wrote that you dreamed me.
Reality is what it is now.
The dream happened yesterday.
We'll talk about it tomorrow.
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If you call 112
and say her name will ask you:
"She had an unfortunate case again? "
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On the black obelisk it says:
Born on 12.08.2011.
Died 8.1.2019.
No name and no picture.
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The first time when we parted
It was a children's game
The culprit was some stupid poem.
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I do not imagine more open eyes.
I do not believe in real tears again
from which it feels a draft of dreams.
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Love and hate

I can not never hate.
How to hate the one who is
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Hunters and the prey

There's always some hunter and some prey.
Nothing changed except
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Your poem is beautiful, My dear
but I'm watching everything.

See how is creased your poem:
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