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Goran Vracar*

MISTAKE 

we met by mistake, in mistaken times
everything was a mistake that then started,
a mistaken address and mistaken premises,
and an old gramophone mistakenly blurted.

we mistakenly wanted it to go on forever
for it was a mistaken time to desire.
we took a night, then one another,
we mistakenly loved till the sun aspired.

and it didn't dawn on time,
a mistaken sun was two centuries late,
we spent hours irrevocably numb
in the imperial warmth of pillows and a blanket.

and when it dawned everything was a mistake
for white light caught us in sin,
and a dropped tear was a mistake,
as all numb things mistaken have been.

nevermore mistaken addresses,
mistaken rooms, or a dorm,
only the night with remembrances
or mistaken love we both embrace 
 
*Poet Goran Vracar was born in Sarajevo on 27 October 1964. He lives and works in East Sarajevo. He haw  published "Sarajevo lights", "Flight above the Lukavica nest" and "When they let you know I have died". He has been awarded several times. He is member of thw Writers' Association of the Bosnian Serb Republic, one of two political entities in Bosnia and Herzegovina