how do you fill the hours (Nafaka)

with moments of hope
just a shadow in the wake
in thoughts you’re followed
by traces of infliction
a prey for the hawks
when all the waitings grasp
the pendulums of falls
the moment slips away

cime punis sate
trenucima nadanja
u cekanju ostace sjen
mislima te prate
tragovi stradanja
za orlove plijen
kad cekanja shvate
klatna od padanja
isklizne tren