Our emotions were a spark
in the moment of weakness.
We were the toy of destiny
which from the moment
makes eternity.
I know I loved you.
Did you love me?
Only a vague trace
remained in me
about the truth
which you recklessly lost.
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Izgubljena istina
Naše emocije su bile
iskra u trenutku slabosti.
Bili smo igračka sudbine
koja od trenutka pravi vječnost.
Znam da sam te volio.
Da li si ti mene voljela?
Ostao je, u meni, samo
nejasni trag o istini
koju si nesmotreno izgubila.
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When emotions are allowed to ruin love. Beautiful. Got a 10. Please kindly check my poems HOPE and THE BEAUTY OF DEATH and leave your comments.