by Maid Čorbić
I can't resist the fact it torments me with the years of my existence, slowly and surely gently packaged in the most beautiful epochs of life and this everything around me is specially tailored for some better and happier times I wait, but never wait and the sun slowly warming me I can't be sad when I'm lucky it is greater when I see myself after many years, myself as I look forward to that day rejoice because in front of me is everything I am looking for just a little luck and sincere love because winter is the best choice for that I never asked others for anything difficult because I know that my reason is a story of truth and every day I seek a part of my existence as if it were the last day of my birth what hurts me makes me stronger and I just want the sincere memorials of my life it’s amazing how love is starting to fade but returns at the end of the year again retroactively giving the source of his life and new hope that all is not lost again after a long time because for me, love began to live at a time when I least hoped It's Christmas and I'm still sad for you I can't turn back time ripe but I still have old memories of wanting them back they cannot escape their fate, which is gloomy as a black cloud I'm just looking for the existence and source of my arena because without you, everything became gloomy and black to me I would go back again to the time of Christmas and celebration that it used to be as it was before I would at least give a clue and a crumb of myself to you because I am aware that church bells are ringing everything is white, love exudes in the street and the city but I do not want it, because I do not have you in everything the one I trust very much but time does not go back, unfortunately I put up with the fact that I go on because destiny is very gloomy and difficult for me when I'm not with you, I'm still in black Christmas is a metaphor for me to be with you and hope for something what I asked for, I did not get and now I have to be like a lone wolf sad, pale, gloomy, all for love which I wanted under the Wish tree and that is to be you and me common to the end of the world and life!
Maid Čorbić is a 21-year-old poet from Tuzla, Bosnia and Herzegovina 🇧🇦. In his spare time, he writes poetry, which has repeatedly garnered praise and awards. He also selflessly helps others around him, and he is moderator of the World Literature Forum WLFPH (World Literature Forum for Peace and Humanity).