Zoran Bogdanovic Poems

I've turned the page.

A clean paper before me lay;
it smiled, innocent and white
...

He met her
where he wasn't
supposed to;
she met him
...

People disappear.

First they are here,
than they disappear.
...

I'm gazing into the skies,
into infinity among the stars
which ardent looks send
burning passionately
...

Where are you heading,
where do you go?

What are you searching for?
...

It's blowin' in Chicago,
in deserted streets 'n' parks,
blowin' by the lake.
...

Some days are just like that,
they impose their will on you.

You may want different things,
...

Guns are silent,
here came the "peace",
but I still harbor
some strange unease;
...

I suffer silently inside
bit by bit
the pain constantly follows me
doesn't quit
...

... as she's looking into my eyes,
responding to the glare in my sight,
the world's turning into paradise
in this steaming summer night.
...