Autumn fogs feel like home,
I find calm and longing within them.
The loneliness with us - you are not far away.
It leads me wistfully, along a familiar path.
In every cold November there is you,
But because of some distant fog, I cannot find you.
The cold is coming, our hearts are warmed by the hearth and flame
And somewhere close by, a cramped winter awaits.
I pass through the streets of our small town,
Flashing lights call to me in the whiteness.
I'm looking for you with my eyes and in some verse
And the streets of fog are whispering “that hope does not die”.
Autumn fogs are cotton clouds,
And some old wishes are hovering between them.
I dream of you; in my thoughts you are here by my side.
Happiness is the love that peeks out from behind our glade.
Love,
Kristina
Wednesday, November 30th, 2022
Photo: Ana Pejakovic
U maglama te tražim
Jesenje magle mirišu na dom,
U njima nalazim smiraj i čežnju.
Samoća uz nas, ti nisi daleko,
Vodi me sjetnu, jednom znanom stazom.
U svakom prohladnom novembru te ima,
Al’ zbog neke davne magle ne mogu te naći.
Dolazi studen, u srcima nas grije ognjište i plam
A baš tu negdje blizu, čeka jedna skučena zima.
Prolazim ulicama našeg malog grada,
U bjelini me dozivaju svjetla što trepere.
Tebe tražim pogledom i ponekim stihom
A ulice u magli sapuću “ne umire ta nada”.
Jesenje magle su oblaci od pamuka
Na njima se njišu neke davne želje.
Sanjam te i nalazim, u mislima si tu uz mene.
Sreca je ljubav sto viri iza našeg proplanka.
Kristina
Srijeda, 30. studenog 2022.
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