Are there happy people?
Is there anyone else left?
Or they are an extinct species
There are few living hearts and even fewer sparks in souls.
I saw a man on a bicycle. He was happy.
Where did he go?
Where do happy people go?
Do they go by themselves or do they go to the world?
Why keep the child inside you in a dungeon?
Isn't that scene cruel?
Where we forbid our own heart to breathe
Milisav Rosić
- Author: Milisav Rosić ( Offline)
- Published: March 20th, 2024 21:07
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 2
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.