Vida Nenadic Poems

Your time has evaporated
like alcohol from an open bottle.

It looks as if it could hear me.
...

While I was in the valley
I was looking towards the mountain.

From the mountain top
...

Do not blame me
for not jumping out of my skin,
for not reading the unwritten
for not hearing the unheard.
...

My life is
my own journey.
...

Two small dogs
were left
in a carton
...

There is a sleeping soul in a man.
The time is passing by and changing us
on its way.
Only the blood
...

He knew that the one
who shoots first
is more likely to survive.
...

Like sadness
on the island of tears,
so wet and miserable
...

The autumn like this
I am facing for the very first time.

I am writing to you
...

She used to make cakes
naturally,
as if she was
writing a song.
...