Crumbs Poem by Zoran Bogdanovic

Crumbs



The life has flown away
through me, through my veins;
and now only its unspent part
slowly seeps through the cracks
in my soul, while the senses
feast on its modest remains.

Sunday, April 22, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: senses
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