Stjepan Varesevac Cobets

The Child of Happiness Stjepan Varesevac Cobets

Publisher Marketing: The collection of poetry, is a summary of selected poem that I wrote many years. I hope that you enjoy reading as enjoyed writing. In this collection of poetry are collected all my feelings that I want to share with you through the verse. These are some of my poems in the collection: BOHEMIAN'S ODE I've arrived here, but where am I? Not even wine is the same as before. In my memory has stayed more, In essence nothing has changed. Far people, where are you now? Can you still here my words? For when darkness swallows the past only winter is hidden in your heart. What am I and where am I, in fact? Nobody gives any answer, A little place there is in my soul And nobody laughs anymore. Wasn't I born at the end of the way? My wishful soul roams down the street And I must with a glass at least Warm up the wasteland, here from inside. COLD AS ICE In place of the heart you have endless land of ice And you protect it from warmth. Instead of luck you've got forgotten world where cold is as in the middle of winter. In place of flowers you've got numberless crystals which are bound with high mountains. Instead of love you've got perfect silence which protects you from truth. Cold as ice you look down the ice-floes and you want to give over the coldness to somebody. But all that wanted to know have died, do you wish To give them your frozen heart? A BIRD A small bird is roaming in my head, which cannot to the south as any other. And though I cannot let it out of the cage of dreams It doesn't feel like going across the blue sea. A small bird is singing in my head But it will die for another bird.