If I disappear one day
Just be the best version of yourself
Because I know that having you by my side
Means calming my soul that seeks tenderness…
Maid Corbic, a young poet hailing from Tuzla, Bosnia Herzegovina, shares his poetry
Maid Corbic from Tuzla, Bosnia Herzegovina, is a well awarded young poet. Many of his works have been published in anthologies and magazines in Chile, Spain, Ecuador, Bosnia and Herzegovina, San Salvador, United Kingdom, Indonesia, India, Croatia, Serbia, etc. as well as printed anthology of poems “Sea in the palm of your hand”, “Stories from Isolation”, and” Kosovo Peony “and others. In 2020 he was named Poet of the Year in the Indo-Universe Group, which also engages in charity around the world. He is winner of numerous awards, among them the association “KNS – Nova Svjetlost” in Sarajevo, during which he won a bronze charter for his work. He is the winner of the BigBang competition that was organized in Tuzla in 2021.
WHEN LOVE DISAPPEARS
WHEN LOVE DISAPPEARSAnd that trace that is no longer persistent
I still remember those times
When love was persistent
In ourselves when it least challenges
I know that meaning is what I seek
And that person can only be you
Because every hope of mine is a part of the soul
That must not be lightly trampled
If I disappear one day
Just be the best version of yourself
Because I know that having you by my side
Means calming my soul that seeks tenderness
Everything in life can have meaning
But I hope you won’t disappear
Because the only thing I seek
Are almond-colored dreams and dreamy eyes
And if you are far from me
Never grieve for me
Because I still think of you
Kilometers away.
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LIGHT SELECTION
Passing through the transversal of life
Where people don’t see their behavior lightly today
They find meaning in everything somewhere far away
Nestled in four chilly walls with no return
The silence breaks, the almond-colored eyes have become cloudy
And the realization that the light is the limit
Creating colorful colors that are persistent
In paraplegicity, thoughts written in words, less in deeds
Light selection as a beam of light subdues the mind
And they don’t let silence take the risk
While the eyes are still the color of the soul and dreaminess
I assemble my emotions in the development of my emotions
Maybe I’m different from the majority
But I think the silence says it all
Because it still has to be reached somehow
And how, only God knows!
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