Sasa Milivojev Poet Lyric

A Cry

Saša Milivojev - A CRY


Apollo’s discus
Fine blond hair
The echo of the universe
The strong winds of Zephyr
The sun’s heat
Melted the wax wings
And I fall again
Why am I not a shadow
To be torn into two pieces
In the air
Why do I not have an apple instead of a heart
To have an arrow driven through it
Why is uncertainty so agonising
Let the blade cut the neck
A curse
A choir is singing
Purple colours of dreams
A verse fallen from the lips
The thirst of withered lilies
From whose petals
We will hear a woeful
Cry

 
 
Saša Milivojev

www.sasamilivojev.com

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Quoth Theraven November 26, 2019 at 9:58 AM Sasa, How to escape the Minotaur's wrathful maze, much less the pain of Love's arrow? I enjoyed the story of Daedalus and Icarus. The moral of Diodorus' story: The advice you don't heed can't help. -Richard