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Dispatches for the Colonial Office

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The day
I came into this lonely world is the same;
only the city’s name has changed
and the man I have become.

Many happy returns .

language from stardust
loosened tongues on Earth
chattering like birds

a flock of Humans
a family of birds
silence in motion

twirling sunlight
a lovers Moon
the forever dream

Quiet Moon snowfall

snowflakes whisper snow falling

silence in beauty

The street is washed in a morning hush,
Tiles whisper stories under rush.
A woman walks in flowery grace,
her dress flowing behind her
A building in the background keeps watch
Over all that’s there
Like a silent protector

Between the stone and sky’s soft blue,
The city breathes in something true.
Modern windows, ancient light—
the city begins the day just right.
It’s morning.

Seagull days
Ocean sprays
Blue-green sea
Glowing me
Crystal skies
Bright in eyes
Cheeks red
Hat on head
Toes in sand
Sunny tan
Cool breeze
Exhale, breathe
“Ah” I sigh

Kada si sreću snivala
kada si ljepotu tražila
preko noći iz mog života si nestala
za drugog si se udala.

Nakon kratkog vremena
ostala si srca slomljena
za tebe ću uvijek biti želja skrivena
naša ljubav ostati će iskrena
za mene ćeš biti djevojka voljena.

Naša dva srca nikad spojena
nisi bila meni suđena.
Znam želiš biti sretna
imati ljubav koja će biti vječna.

Noću pogledaj u zvijezde
želje će ti biti ostvarene
kada zora svane
nek ti nova ljubav
tvoje srce dotakne.

Stjepan Orlić

Innocence of soul grew up to soon
Sweet heart that learned to self soothe
Strength of spirit that never gave up