No, I'm not angry
at colourless faces
at faces mediocree
And I'm not angry
At the East side
You can see farther
And better in daylight
But I'm annoyed
By the dullness of Universe
Which repeats history
And every time it takes you from me
On that same runaway day
The day when you went away
Groundhog day.
Translated by Ljubomir Zlatanovic
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