A crime, 16th of April 2013.
A CRIME
Face against the dark
I imagine
that I miss you.
They are firing cannons outside.
With shells they kill
Love.
Face against the dark
I imagine
that I miss you.
They are firing cannons outside.
With shells they kill
Love.
Antonio Šiber, 1994. ?
The poem was written during the war in Croatia, but I cannot unfortunately position it exactly in time - certainly before August 1995.
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