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Vanja Bašić

RED PETAL



We have failed the flower of love.

We did not pay attention.

Wilted.

How beautiful he was, full of red petals.

Plucked from the roots, there are no blushes, heralds of love spells that magic will happen again at night.

Every time I see flowers, the thought of why there were no luck passes, and then I remember some little things, it wasn't worth taking a smile off my face.

You're short, I smile sweetly again, the new flower cannot descend.

Don't come to me ever.

You and me two lunatics managed to pull it out of the roots flower of love, there will be no change in the conditions of Mother Nature to be born again with the same red petals.

I keep one in my heart drawers. Some are yellow, some are white, they float nicely, and they are even cheerful.

Red is trying to upset them so hit them hard it hurts at that moment one corner of the heart.

I'm used to it, I float too like other petals in the heart.

I saved the red one to remind myself where I went wrong.

Vanja Bašić

05.04.2022

Bosnia and Herzegovina


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