Facing the Sun

Драгана Старчевич
Provocative look
Over the sunny streets
Your eyes
Lost on the outskirts
Judging me incessantly
From cosmic heights
I am here
Without sunglasses
Exposed to the whims
Of your four winds
Shaking with laughter
Oh, dear
You amuse me
Offering harmony
In harsh tones
Negligently
You trouble me
With your grief
Beneath the cold snow
With your love
I tiptoe
Over the sensitive souvenirs
Respecting
Your challenge to the world
Siding with you
Furious lightning
In ripping resolutely
The false perfection
Of dark skies