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Velid Mulić

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In Due Time

In Due Time

In due time
I’ll quite possibly begin an adventure
filled with laughter and a happily ever after
or clouds will reign for months
In due time

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Dear Child

Dear Child

We’ve been watching closely
all the way from the other side
we see that you’re going crazy, slowly
that your will is being tried and tried

But don’t allow your hope to secede
carry on my brave son
for you must if you wish to succeed
your work is not done

While there are still mouths to feed
and joys to bring
the world is in need
of you, our king

We’re calling from the other side
all of us, in one big crowd
to tell you, our pride:
your actions have been loud
and God hears you, my son

Again

Again

Whatever happened to
Never Again?
I ask because I’ve seen the aftermath
of Again, and Again.
Those who outlive Again
often do not escape it.
Hatred fueling hatred,
generations grow with a story of
who the bad guys are
and their hearts close to compassion
and their minds close to reality
and soon enough, it happens
Again.

We Stand

We Stand

Grains of smooth sand
cover the gaps between our toes,
like woolen socks
on a cold night.

The sun’s rays beat me,
not with a whip,
but a feather-filled pillow,
white as the clouds above.

Waves beckon,
with the beauty of a reflection
crawling towards us.

Rushing winds
twiddle your long, free hair,
each lock moving in perfect harmony.

But the greatest sensation resides
in your warm hand,
which I hold so tightly.
Because I couldn’t care less
about the beautiful scenery,
if there was no beautiful you.

Hourglass

Hourglass

I feel the sands of the hourglass
nearing the end of its downward journey

You have spent
what feels like an eternity-
but is no more than two years-
in the confines of my heart

And soon I must announce your residence
I can only hope
that you will answer the door for me
and offer me a place in yours

If I Could

If I Could

I’d show you my world
if it were only possible
each groove I’ve felt
each word I’ve heard
each aroma I’ve smelt
each bite I’ve tasted
each sight I’ve seen

You’d feel the wooden tables
of all the cafes
and rough, yet calming rocks
more welcoming than the concrete jungle

You’d hear the soothing voices
of gossip over coffee
and clicks of shoes and heels
on old stone streets

You’d smell the bakeries
their fresh bread
and delicious delicacies
awaiting a delightful soul to please

You’d taste the pure, refreshing fountains
scattered across the old cobblestone town
and food made for kind people
instead of cold money

You’d fall for its new old bridge
-a breath-taking limestone arch-
its restaurant near the cave
-with crystal clear running water cold as ice-
its nights filled with countless stars
-covering the sky like children in a park-
its balance between marble scars and a re-surging present
-as tombstones watch over new populations-

But no two realities are identical
to recreate an experience
is to invent a whole new memory
Instead
let’s discover a new world
Our world.

God Sent Me An Angel

God Sent Me An Angel

her smile empowers the embers in my heart
her voice sends a soothing calm to my veins
her heart melts me in warmth, not fire or ice
her presence jolts me with the energy of nuclear power
and I can only hope, I’m her angel

For My Angel

For My Angel

An angel walks among us
its wings concealed in humility
only visible in the shine of its smile
-and oh what a smile yes
so filled with infectious joy and tranquility
because with this angel, exists a life worthwhile

Some Falls

Some Falls

Fall
Nature’s buildings grow weary and old
not even the fresh coat prevents its loss
it prepares for the sea of white darkness to come.
Fall
The essence of life
runs a continuous stream
as if staying
yet going
all at once
down to old friends who’ve taken the plunge.
Fall
A war brews
its cause just,
although a single death seems to be too much,
or exactly enough
because wars can be won –
and always are –
only after a life has ended.
Fall
A simple step on air
and life either ends
Or changes forever;
just pray the walker is strong.

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