MIDNIGHT AT THE DOOR OF THE HOUSE
-Amb. Maid Corbic
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I was waiting for you there in the old place
Just as the Moon covered its fear
Somehow, as if he foresaw trouble
That will happen on that fateful night
When destiny and happiness stirred
What then turned was on my side
Love was born, and I skillfully ran away from it
Five to twelve, he knocks slowly on his door
The solemn moment is approaching when we will tell each other
“We love each other immensely, to culminate in marriage?”
Although we are not adults and total laymen for life
We were looking for a part of ourselves in us
We dreamed of having a happy life
And let’s not get over a lot of problems
That we have a much better relationship than others have
All of these were our youthful desires
All in the wee hours, where erotica also has its name
But it’s too early for that for us yet!
And so I was waiting for you in the very corner of the street
He gave his imagination the right to dream dirty thoughts
At twelve at last when the clock struck
It was as if my life had stopped in vain
Because you were in it, and I was just a caricature
I couldn’t even speak; he was silent from the situation
In front of whom I found myself so infamous
So I chose maybe a different ending
Where I simply gave up on everything
I was Poltron of events when I finally saw you
But you were not alone
But with someone else, I guess that’s how it goes
You love me today, you pre-hurt tomorrow
And how then to be the same
After a missed fall
At twelve in the evening
When I go to bed and I feel nostalgic
That someone else has you !?
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Introduction to the poet: Amb. Maid Corbic from Tuzla, 21 years old. In his spare time, he writes poetry that has been praised and awarded several times. He also selflessly helps others around him, and is the moderator of the WLFPH (World Literature Forum Peace and Humanity) for unity and world peace in Bhutan. He is also the editor of the portal of the First Virtual Art Universe, led by Dijana Uherek Stevanovic.