The night is falling over Zagreb
I made a wish upon a shooting star
as an adult I learned I was wishing upon a celestial grave
maybe that’s why nothing came to life.
So close but so far,
the rain is drowning out the noise
Hurried steps over sidewalks
The sound of music from the street player
A storm is coming, the skies are purple
Dawn will come,
it won’t feel so lifeless but until then I sit here still
while another night is falling over Zagreb
My poetry book is available on Amazon: Rehab
I have a new video out:
