A new day has dawned.
The smell of cigarettes.
Room.
A small window.
Bed.
A notebook on the table.
And nothing more.
A stiff smile remained.
Open eyes.
And saliva bubbles remained on the mirror.
There was no answer.
It's quiet.
In no time, a room filled with the scents of the morning.
Nastasimir Franovic
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem