The writer has to be alone, to write

Please give me a poem! There is too much noise in this town.

We separate the scars and walk inside them

We think about the marvelous times in Serbia

We trust our grandparents

We realize that love is something cultural

We reach for something new

We long for nature

We don’t think that space and time are distant

We reach out for love /

There is always a way

We think about our ancestors

And maybe we walk backwards

25/5/2018

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