Maid Corbic from Tuzla, 24 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. He is world 44. poet in the world and five in the Balkan. He has over the 10.000 successes on Facebook.
BY THE WAYS OF PARADISE
Long ago as a boy I knew
Yes, my path is to create works
About which the world will be buzzing
But life is a difficult field above all
Which still makes people imagine themselves
In the sea of infinity and lies creating
Their speech and ways of treating others
Love is the strongest thing in the world to live by
Although she can also be so painful
Because the scenes that happen sometime before
They are still carried in the bottom of the soul on both sides
People being people, the Balkan atypical has become just that
Because love is a laughing stock to everyone
While at the bottom of the soul traces of hope
That hope remains that love is alive
And those tyrants are deliberately destroying it
Who think that love is an expensive car
A watch and other things
Love is written all over the dessert
Possibility of traveling positions
Much-needed love becomes sex
Which arises implicitly from the attitudes of immaturity
I walked the paths of Paradise and picked apples
Hoping that love still has ways
How to find your era of wisdom
But year after year I get disappointed
Because love is something that is used
Emotions and social position in time
When someone doesn't have his money, others laugh at him
Just because he's not like everyone else
And love has no limit, it comes
An honest person will find his way just then
When one least hopes and dreams
Because dreams never became unrealistic
Only if a man wants to be happy
The paths of Paradise will be followed and believed with the brain, not with the heart..
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LOVE DISAPPEARS
And everything slowly fades around me
defeating people who desire only their egoism
to show their own shadows in my eyes
how happy they are with someone else
And I see that my time is passing
I don't understand the replicability of life
I'm still young to disappear
from the Earth that brightens and clouds me
I may not be a perfect person
but I believe that the meaning of my existence
is to share good and evil with people
because I am a sociable person eager for love
Hard times are upon us
and it seems to me that I will never be conscious
because my love is always old
the way it used to be when it should have been
Romance today is replaced by hate
while still watching the clear sky
and I ask myself where I am wrong
and why must I always suffer
Because I guess I'm a man and not a rock
I have my expiration date too
and I only hope that love will not disappear
although it is disappearing, slowly in my eyes
I gave until someone else did
and I guess I don't have that time left yet
when I will be happy with myself
rather than looking for happiness in others around me
Maybe I need to learn that lesson
that loneliness is still inevitable
It's not too late, the question is on me
how will I achieve what I dream of
If I'm not in love, I've never been?
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PERCEPTUALISM
The sky is blue, I'm watching it
and it seems to me that spring has arrived
my arm The sun warms me from the right side
and I smile at him reluctantly
I know I'm not perfect in people's eyes
but I believe that my power is speech
in his mind, a man would say everything
but he is afraid of being left behind
I choose self-service before judgment
I don't let the perceptualism of time beat me
because my love is what I need
that's what i miss
As a boy I dreamed of hills and valleys
and often unfortunately received obstacles and condemnations
Maybe because my ideal of life
was to look always in front of me
and not the one who is actually speaking to me
The possibilities are great now that I'm big
but I'm afraid the years are not the same anymore
that people are no longer what I dream of
good and above all honest
Because fasting has disappeared today
and the sad fate of one author
to write sad songs because behind a screen
the luck of the couple is full of bags
I still hope and I tell myself
I have God as my hope
and everything else will come and go
only that we are well, that you are well!
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