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Sep 9, 20212 min

PARTIAL LOVE by Maid Corbic

Long ago, people stopped loving others around them
 
And what is it worth to fall in love with someone's eyes
 
When no one will recognize them anymore.
 
Humans remained still, stone creatures rolling
 
All for little use as always.
 

 
One thing is done behind the back, but another is said
 
You can't fix some things so easily.
 
Years pass for love to fly again.
 
It fluttered its wings, made a croaking noise
 
And dropped dead like a phoenix
 
Because she also wants to be free, eager for partial love.
 

 
Benefit is more important to everyone today than anything.
 
It is unfortunate that everything done is because of the bed.
 
The more you give of yourself, the more you get lost in the sea
 
Because nothing is holier than what we give away.
 
Someone else, try to understand us
 
As we are, ordinary people.
 

 
There is no measure that can take us anywhere.
 
Love is a vicious circle that is given
 
And we do everything more than necessary.
 
We cry in tears because we are used to pain
 
And cannot learn to love ourselves.
 

 
Certainly, love is everything that gives birth and cultivates.
 
One should not give much of oneself to others today,
 
By giving ourselves, we lose part of our mind map.
 
Joy is greater when we have a reason to live
 
And if we weren't just another stupid one
 
Partial love.
 

Maid Corbic from Tuzla, Bosnia is 21 years old. In his spare time, he writes poetry that repeatedly praises as well as rewards. He also selflessly helps others around him. He is a moderator of the World Literature Forum WLFPH - Bhutan, a social media group for humanity and peace in the world. He is an editor of the First Virtual Art portal led by Dijana Uherek Stevanovic and the selector of a competition at a page of the same name, aiming to bring together poets from around the world and back. Many of his works have also been published in anthologies and journals (Chile, Spain, Ecuador, Bosnia and Herzegovina, San Salvador, United Kingdom, Indonesia, India, Croatia, Serbia, etc.) , printed copies of the anthology of poems "Sea in the Palm of Your Hand", "Stories from Isolation" and "Kosovo Peony" as well as many others.

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