Love is a circle without corners,
little secret captured in
thousands of sweet spots.
When someone dismantles a closet,
can take him to the basement,
but the room also feels empty.
When one leaves one's life
in words that the circle has no angles
the void is felt only by the listener.
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Krug bez uglova
Ljubav je krug bez uglova,
mala tajna zarobljena u
hiljadama slatkih tačaka.
Kad neko rastavi orman,
može ga odnijeti u podrum,
ali i soba osjeća prazninu.
Kad neko ode iz nečijeg života
riječima da krug nema uglove
prazninu osjeća samoslušalac.
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I would like to translate this poem
When someone dismantles a closet, can take him to the basement, but the room also feels empty... .... beautiful