Evening is a poem about a wonderful moment experienced by the river.
In the winter evening, the river flows
like before. It cuts and caresses stones,
and whispers, murmurs.
I listen to the conversation, and tenderness,
as old as the world.
Reflections of the lamps from the bridge
become longer through the night as well
as the poplar that waits for its leaves.
Everything is usual,
I said to myself, like
a shadow in a shade.
Poetry by Dejan
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Written on 2006-08-22 at 14:42
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Evening
In the winter evening, the river flows
like before. It cuts and caresses stones,
and whispers, murmurs.
I listen to the conversation, and tenderness,
as old as the world.
Reflections of the lamps from the bridge
become longer through the night as well
as the poplar that waits for its leaves.
Everything is usual,
I said to myself, like
a shadow in a shade.
Poetry by Dejan
Read 463 times
Written on 2006-08-22 at 14:42
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