11 Years – Marko Vlašić

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A crust of bread and a glass of milk
Is the last thing I’m looking at

The sun and the moon
May they be born anew

May that thought lead me
As far as possible, away from this village

Goodbye, my loved ones
Distant are my gazes

I didn’t serve sorrow
To let it shove grief into your throats
Uninvited it came, by itself

Goodbye, my loved ones
I’ve bought a ticket
For departure

For departure from the yard of happiness
Towards the seething heart
Towards the new dream…



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