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Preaching Of Love

I am gone but my love still exists;
I see it in the Sun and soil where rot our bones.
Day ends in it's grace
like music like emptiness, in peace.

It will save intentions mine and yours
And resurrect dead birthdays at it's will.
Immeasurable shade of villainy at the bottom of the wind
Shall vanish into ash, of those that ceased to be.

In an empty heart in the dead of night, call for me
dead desire, to repeat the world.
If I haven't found love and have lulled my mind to sleep,
So the day that's yet to come already seems empty,
May I unworthy be wrapped in the wind
As a branch that stretches into noise in vain.

>they still haven't learned Serbian to read of the world's greatest poets
smdh (shake my damn head)

He allegedly committed suicide as a 31. year old. He was a remarkable poet, and I wish to have known what he would have evolved into. He would have been in his 70-ies today.

This man.

>>21632
Nemoj mi se obracati ako ne znas ko je slikopovezani.

>>9237993
forgot pic

>nigdje ni reci o princu srpske poezije
>nigdje ni reci o malarmeu srpske poezije
odvratno