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Passing Through The Desert

Passing Through the Desert

written by: Milisav Rosić

 

In silence
The skin turns the touch of a hand
Through the finest velvet
The scent of the morning waves
Along the sandy shore

The color of silence is black and purple
You are like foam in it…

Forbidden by yourself
In the temptation to disappear
You drown in infinity
You get heavenly wings

I like solitude
Without a human tongue and an eye
Like a dry leaf
Fallen in autumn

I indulge in the beauty
of Dying

I am the most beautiful in death I
tear every part of myself I throw
it into the fire

I admire the
Flame growing

I watch myself burn

And who am I when everything is burned

Now I am like the melody
Voice that shapes the
Most Beautiful Paradise Aria…

I became a constant sigh of
Creation and destruction
of Tearing and Assembling

My flesh is moving

Stunning
Constant aspirations
For the vision of the most beautiful roses
… On the balcony of the
Imaginary City
While the breeze sings a lullaby To
my long hair
Tells the stories of sailors…

This balcony
This night is the last
I’m saying goodbye to you

Milisav Rosić

Milisav Rosić

Milisav Rosić was born in Mojkovac in 1997, where he finished primary and secondary school. He is a student at the Faculty of Political Sciences. Milisav's interest in art arose from an early age. His first serious art project is the performance The Artist don't have ego. He read his first unpublished poems at the art shows Show Talent within the Cultural Center "Nenad Rakočević". In addition to writing, as his main guide, Milisav tried his hand at video production and as part of the epic of singer Olivera Bjelic, where he screened a video for the song Shadow. He published book of poetry Drugi Svijet.
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