Saša Milivojev - WHEN THE FIREFLY IS GONE The tide shies away from the sand Under the dark clouds Someone is waiting The lyre is calling for it To fly down and shine Fiery wires Weave soft sentences The water is still now It’s turned to oil The light speck has gone away The lyre has fallen silent And the shore remains deserted Forever Saša Milivojev www.sasamilivojev.com