BonboArt

BonboArt

Not Your Kind Of Sweet

Not Your Kind Of Sweet

Soft Distance

It has been a long time

since the day touched me completely


water trembling under a silver fracture

the afternoon split open in silence


white dandelions crossing the wind

like the remains of a thought

no one could keep


everything in nature seems weightless

until a hidden sadness
begins to surface


then even tenderness
becomes difficult to carry


I feel someone moving near me
so near the air changes shape


I know this presence

like a forgotten word returning too late

like distant music wandering through empty rooms


yet something never arrives


the distance remains untouched


soft like a dream

cold like a screen

It has been a long time

since the day touched me completely


water trembling under a silver fracture

the afternoon split open in silence


white dandelions crossing the wind

like the remains of a thought

no one could keep


everything in nature seems weightless

until a hidden sadness
begins to surface


then even tenderness
becomes difficult to carry


I feel someone moving near me
so near the air changes shape


I know this presence

like a forgotten word returning too late

like distant music wandering through empty rooms


yet something never arrives


the distance remains untouched


soft like a dream

cold like a screen

It has been a long time

since the day touched me completely


water trembling under a silver fracture

the afternoon split open in silence


white dandelions crossing the wind

like the remains of a thought

no one could keep


everything in nature seems weightless

until a hidden sadness
begins to surface


then even tenderness
becomes difficult to carry


I feel someone moving near me
so near the air changes shape


I know this presence

like a forgotten word returning too late

like distant music wandering through empty rooms


yet something never arrives


the distance remains untouched


soft like a dream

cold like a screen

Bojana Knezevic

Bojana Knezevic