Indigo Autumn

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Indigo Autumn

Big City Solitude
* * * (Sometimes you don’t know)
A Manual for Surviving Life (after the summer)
Underground Sun
Foolish to Cry
I Close My Eyes into the Night
Flight at 6 AM
Until the End of the World

Translated by: Elizabeta Bakovska

Where am I
drawn in layers of memories
imprinted in the city dust
washed by raindrops

I flap my fish tail
to shake the in-between lines
to mix the verses
to settle the truth

am I in this summer
if I imagine the winter
if snowflakes tingle my tongue
turning my burning heart blue

rays run through me
so calm
and so divided
as a distant highway for light and dark worlds

am I looking for the second half
if I myself am not
a mosaic one
if I love all of my pieces
all of mine or all of myself, somebody’s

pieces of soul
thoughts and memories and past lives
pieces of the universe and hints
dreams lived out
let us search for ourselves together —
here we are whole…


AuthorGorana Mitrović
2018-08-21T17:22:38+00:00 June 21st, 2014|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 96|0 Comments