Apple Blossom
mak-dizdarandricsebilj

Apple Blossom

The snows are growing ever deeper and blacker like sins
In a life that is drawing near its end

Will we still have eyes
When in the garden the apple tree bears its first white blossom

Translated by Omar Hadžiselimović – © 2006 Omar Hadžiselimović

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