Quiet Hours Passing Slowly

Quiet hours passing slowly
Day that was young is getting older
And a day that was never warm
With a growing breeze is getting colder
As the sun circles the sky
And the day – once born – will slowly die
We lead our lives in the same way
Day to day, you and I
Each thing we do matters little
The world will turn regardless of what we do,
Quiet hours are passing slowly,
Relish the peace, times like this are few.

This poem in Croatian by Zanina Bilic

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