This is a poem about our coldness and insincerity.
Where is the passage that
makes a warrior out of a man,
a foreigner out of a friend
and love into hatred.
Where is the word, which
tells you the right measure and
the way, which doesn't let you
forget humanity.
Where is the beginning of the dream
and the world, we all dream of,
and vanishes with the first morning
coldness and insincerity.
Poetry by Dejan
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Written on 2006-08-22 at 15:27
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Where?
Where is the passage that
makes a warrior out of a man,
a foreigner out of a friend
and love into hatred.
Where is the word, which
tells you the right measure and
the way, which doesn't let you
forget humanity.
Where is the beginning of the dream
and the world, we all dream of,
and vanishes with the first morning
coldness and insincerity.
Poetry by Dejan
Read 483 times
Written on 2006-08-22 at 15:27
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