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  • Signs of a Struggle

    It is eight am and six degrees centigrade
    Fogs blind the eyes of the hills
    turning them to apparitions
    Through the window of a third floor
    with three others in the apartment
    The cold air came rushing in
    So did the chill of hundred and forty days gone.

    Flashes of images - moving and stationary
    Bright lights of sweet memories
    Deems of gloomy times
    And the in-betweens
    Told stories within those untold
    Like a frame within a frame
    Encounters of light-wieghted heaviness
    Fluctuations of histories
    Fluctuations of emotions

    Wounded walls plastered with faces
    Faces of mixed-feelings
    Monuments of remembrance
    Of the dead amongst the dying
    "I want to live!" A man is crying
    Street signs point to directions
    Muddled directions
    Children struggle for the embrace of their mother
    And for a cent more
    The rest live on for better days to come. 

    Sarajevo, October 2014