Thank you so much dear respected friend!
My poem
Song name: Trace of the past

The trace of the past returns again
the sunset of memory
and all the words spoken
there they fell in silent silence
with the scent of jasmine
whose fragrance does not fade.

I’m coming back again like the sun in a circle
and I am carried by what once was
hands will be trained again
the heart dances from the power of love
which is tied to some old days.

And when eternity passes by the starry path
an ancient love
it may appear again
a beautiful silhouette in the glare of the stars
to turn my dream into reality
we could love each other again like we used to.
Author
Seateta Bela Juric/ USA

My poem for my language Bosnian Naziv pjesme: Trag prošlosti

Opet se vraća trag prošlosti
zalazak sjećanja
i sve riječi izgovorene
tu predame padaju u tišini nijemoj
s’ mirisom jasmina
čiji miris ne blijedi.

Opet se vraćam ko’ sunce u krug
i nosi me ono što je nekad bilo
načiće se opet ruke
srce zaigrati od siline ljubavi
što je vežu neki stari dani .

I kad prođe vječnost zvjezdanom putanjom
jedna davna ljubav
može će se opet pojavit
prelijepa silueta u odsjaju zvijezda
da moje sanje u stvarnost pretoči
mogli bi se opet voljeti ko’ nekad.
Autor:
Seadeta Bela Juric/ USA