DOK TE ČEKAM Sve je ličilo na one duge i sumorne dane u kojima se samo tuga mrijesti… A onda

The Trials of Doom As if forsaken by my own shadow, My joy melts away like wax in a relentless

PEACOCK FEATHERS DREAM Poem by Irena Jovanović, Zaječar, Serbia Rainbows, bridges, and radiant circles purls, beauty, heaven iridescence circling life,

May the wishes reach the throne My dreams are like my shadows They go with me and come back. Dreams

NOĆ MI TE UZE Noć mi te odnese u zavesi snova Mesec ti tragove skrio U tami nestanka svetlost tražim

The writer, Yasmine Abdel Salam Harmoush, from the country of culture and beauty, Lebanon, my birthplace, Safira, Dinniyeh.. 8/15/1988 My

Të çmendur Isha dy hapa larg tē çmëndem e su çmënda Janë dy hapa larg të më çmëndin të çmëndurit

ASNJËHERË Çdo ditē marr me mend një gjysēm udhë Nën dhēmbë me njē gjysëm zë tē flas E plotē jam

A Refugee Laments What If? What if Columbus hadn’t discovered America? I would be playing hide-and-seek with my daughters. This

SO TENDER   In echoing silence I dive deep my peace resonates with mild streams my mind finishes every thought