This old year will pass and lost faces of friends dim away in my thoughts and still I remember the sunny times before everything was reduced to wandering with clear vision in the dark times under red carnival lights and the tunes of a chortling girl at my side and I pretended the magic was still there tho' I felt the Evil near and I saw error everywhere around and old enemies crouched in merry nightspots yet feckless I went among them laughing and my pretty girl said what interesting and witty friends I had.
Reason for writing:
I was in Sarajevo a long time ago, and when the war broke out
and the horror stories started coming over the news, I remembered
a love-affair from those days, and learnt from friends that my old love
had been raped and disembowelled by Serbian thugs when she tried to go out
for firewood on a cold night near the lines. I was sad, because my memories
were of a quaint and medieval city, yet I did sense, even then, there was
something sinister just below the surface.
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