This poem is a farewell to a friend.


Farewell


My Friend, I will not see you for long
and, here is my hand.
Let your smile pass over your face
when you think of my country.
There was the war, and ruins are in our souls
and a wish to build again.

Nowhere else, you will see a river
so green and a boat like a flower.
Nowhere else, you will see the dusk
so lulled into a purple dream,
all steamed and scribbled with black branches.

My friend, we shall not meet for long.





Poetry by Dejan
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Written on 2006-08-22 at 16:02

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