Drunk
by Zoran Matic Mazos
I wave these days
Drunk without hope
I don’t expect anybody
I don’t expect anybody
Anybody doesn’t expect me
In the escape
I lost my wings
Pressed down
By the force of earth’s gravitation
At the table tied With the glass I am looking for
Lost stars
The new ones aren’t lighting there
I am falling downIn my empty days
I learn to get up!
Serbia
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