Put the rose in the flames,
she has heard many names,
no need to hear mine.
I am leaving, I’m fine.
Listen to the sound of char,
and wonder if I am very far.
Think of me and the rose,
so that my wound can close.
It is fading like our love,
our guardian angel above,
so touched with my pain,
in my heart there’s only rain.
You are still in my dreams,
but I’m not in yours, it seems.
The only memory of you is past,
soon, the rose will turn to dust.
In twilight, our world ends.
The sorrow and the night blends,
in thought, who’ll fade first,
char rose or your last thirst…
By: Душан Ковљен
Photo by: Biljana Mihalek
