At the Crossroads
Saša Milivojev - AT THE CROSSROADS
Again I hear the trumpets
And a wedding party from afar
It raises the dead
They are coming
And I'm leaving
Embroidering the shroud
For myself
Made of cheap verses
Of wails and pains
That no one can hear
In the silence
At the crossroads
I speak to the Light and the Darkness
Saša Milivojev
www.sasamilivojev.com
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