Old song

You left traces of your footstepsin the sand of my memoriesyour laughter under my armpitstill wakes.....
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OLD SONG

OLD SONG

OLD SONG

You left traces of your footsteps
in the sand of my memories
your laughter under my armpit
still wakes up sleeping ants
I searched for you everywhere
but nowhere did I find you
I ran away everywhere
yet you always found me.

I walked pale across the slumbering field
a silver bird dozed off on my shoulder
the grass got tired
from the softness of my steps
I wish to go back but I know there's no return
the last grains are running out
from the hourglass.

'76, Užice

Vladimir Pantović

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I, the prophetic poet universal and Serb heterological and magical master of words, was born in 1958 in Užice. Until the age of 12, I lived in the countryside, which I consider to be an extremely important detail of my biography. I began writing poetry at the age of 18. At 19, I moved to Belgrade. To date, I have written one collection of poetry entitled "The Death of Gendarme Herc" (1976 - 1990), which contains 112 poems, and a poem titled "The Song That Should Replace One of Šuljaga's Loaves" (1996). I have never published anything. I am still working on my second collection of poetry. When I was young, my father told me, "Son, you don't have to be like everyone else," and I am still grateful to him for that.
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