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
