Ballroom Named Dream ~ Bal Snova Poem by Jankovic Zoran

You wrote in gold letters.
You played, in words,
the coolest dance
as if you were the Queen
at the Ballroom named Dream.
I was thrilled,
but I held it in my hand
just a hard, scented handbill,
written in false letters,
for the Ball of Dream
to which I'll never come.

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Bal snova

Pisala si zlatnim slovima.
Igrala si, riječima, najlješi ples
kao da si kraljica na balu Snova.
Bio sam oduševljen,
ali ja sam u ruci držao
samo jako, namirisanu pozivnicu,
napisanu lažnim slovima,
za bal Snova na koji
nikad neću doći.