Jankovic Zoran Poems

Violet color is a child of
blue father and red mother.
The father gives her a hint and height
a mother gives her a fire and width.
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Where the dreams end,
where a reality starts,
I know, your soul lives here.
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She sold her heart and it was
Irrationally expect her Fear
because she knew what she wanted.
She was still a human being.
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Once,
Before I fall forever asleep
I want my words
Remain in You deep,
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I have a used heart and I keep it
like an old wallet full of paintings,
expensive memories of the nice.
I'm afraid I do not lose him
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They call it a place where the heart lives:
The rhythm that carries the bodies in the forgetfulness,
Harmony of the spin and joy in the soul,
Clunk sound of a trumpet called lust,
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They say that death is merely a closure
the last pages of the book.
It must be a book of poetry.
They say the dead can't write
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My dad told me that
in English language
I write love poems
as if my name is Tarzan.
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The closeness is
when you feel
a gap between two
and you fill it up.
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(for Marina Bulajić 1956-2015)

You are my lust
heavy as nostalgia
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