Light’s of the City
If I die young,
Don’t forget me,
Lay me down,
With the wild roses,
On a flowing river.
Always on the road,
No home game,
I don’t want to die yet,
On the edge I stay.
Send me away with a smile,
A laughter,
An applause,
Can’t stand crying.
Alone yet not,
A city full of lights,
But the room is dark,
The heart is stronger,
But the city,
The city can last longer.
Written by Srdjan Solkotovic
Poetry, stories, and so much more flow through my mind, sometimes I am lucky enough to write them down and share it with my lovely readers.
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