Black shrouds are high,
and once they were white.
They were white, but not now,
all that is left is to wonder how… 
Were the loud voices faded,
silenced into the night.
So again, farewell thee,
my dear, so far (away) from me.
Gulls are calling your name,
weeping across the sky.
Storm wind talks of your fame
so I wondered why…
Were the loud voices faded,
silenced into the night.
So again, farewell thee,
my dear, so far (away) from me.
Once you let go, you let go,
for all eternity, there, it is left.
I wished I had said no,
all I had I lost in this theft.
The loud voices had faded,
silenced into the night.
So again, farewell thee,
the passenger of the light,
my dear, so far (away) from me,
the one, silenced into the night…
by: Dušan Kovljen
Dreamer, author and artist - that's who I am. I'm trying to share my vision with the world, both in English and Serbian.
Latest posts by Dušan Kovljen (see all)
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