Wake up Dragan!
Don’t you notice you’ve fallen asleep?
Thirty Years the world has changed,
Yet you remain at peace.
Your cheeks, still warm and flushed
Coated with the nectar of your soul,
Remind me of a sweet fruit,
Bashfully ripe— to be consumed.
I could stay with you forever,
Joined in this eternal slumber.
My head resting on your still chest,
As we lay silently atop the floral beds.
But you are now a fragment of life,
A forgotten breath left alone—
To disintegrate into an empty earth.
The grass of Mostar, your stiff mattress
The bloody uniform, your only blanket.
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Author:
Maria Delaura (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: September 3rd, 2025 22:52
- Comment from author about the poem: Inspired by a photo
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
Just over 30 years since the Serbian Croatian war of 1991. Is this a plea to the Dragan Serbian cleric to awaken? Mostar adds to this feel. A reawakening of memory.
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