Enigmatic to the Wonders
Like a murderer returning to the scene of the crime,
some force pulls me from afar,
to escape everyone,
like a rare beast unaffected by any climate,
mined by misunderstandings,
and enigmatic to the wonders.
Echoes the lascivious laughter,
inducing unrestrained sin,
fleeting sensory pleasures,
stripped down to the bone.
I am unattainably a transcendent being,
yearning to be what I am,
the strength for it given by a poisonous drink,
forgiving me for what I am not.
Marko Milojević–Maskirani
Bravo, dragi pesniče
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