by Milos Petrovic
translation by Natalija Grgoriniæ & Ognjen Raðen
water doesn't grasp
its flow and
in itself sweetly
hides
the indescribable desire
for itself
sun is no expert in
deserts
(it would get lost if you'd leave
it in one)
and grasps not
its warmth
Milos Petrovic is a poet from Serbia.
