The Angle Of Life
-Amb Maid Čorbić
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I measure the parameters of destiny mathematically
as I sit and long in black
My days are no longer the same
when I no longer have you in my life
I cry; I’m counting my teeth for God
I’m expecting a third shift
The angle I have is one hundred and eighty degrees
I live; I don’t even know why
so in sorrow I light black candles
The smell of incense floods my nostrils
fiercely bloodthirsty – I die intriguingly
for love I also gave my soul
what good is it when I’m not yours?
I hide around the corner
little friend; not worth crying about
for happiness that will not me
with a cigar and a sledgehammer in hand – I welcome the day.
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Introduction to the poet-
Maid Corbic from Tuzla, 21 years old. In his spare time he writes poetry that repeatedly praised as well as rewarded. He also selflessly helps others around him, and he is moderator of the World Literature Forum WLFPH (World Literature Forum Peace and Humanity) for humanity and peace in the world in Bhutan. He is also the editor of the First Virtual Art portal led by Dijana Uherek Stevanovic, and the selector of the competition at a page of the same name that aims to bring together all poets around the world.
Many works have also been published in anthologies and journals (Chile, Spain, Ecuador, Bosnia and Herzegovina, San Salvador, United Kingdom, Indonesia, India, Croatia, Serbia, etc.) as well as printed copies of the anthology of poems “Sea in the palm of your hand“, „Stories from Isolation”, and “Kosovo Peony” and others.