Милка Минкова Македонија МОМА РУБА ТКАЕШЕ ЗА ЉУБОВТА СЕТНА На разбој си мома седеше, кошула за Либе ткаеше. Една на

“My City Streets” Those silent streets made of rocks, show me the heart of city clear… Where starlight over sky

ΠΟΝΟ-ΣΦΑΙΡΟ” Ο αγώνας μου άνισος. Ο αντίπαλος ανελέητος. Σκληρή η μάχη. Κόκκινη κάρτα στην ελπίδα. Στο ημίχρονο λαχτάρησα. Στο ενενήντα

I AM SATIATED I am satiated with the air of silence, Where words remain suspended – lifeless corpses, Thoughts wander

ANGELA KOSTA – ALBANIA शयनं राजहंस: एन्जेलकोस्टा, अल्बेनियन् विचारानां तरङ्गः कपटस्य अन्वेषणे, प्रतिदिनं प्रातःकाले निश्शब्दस्मृतयः आवर्तन्ते, हस्तः दूरतः मह्यं प्रविशति

“Era neve o un’iniezione bianca?” Non riesco a strappare il silenzio dai rami con le mie mani. La neve non

For my language Naziv: BLAGDANI BLAZE Danas kao i saku dan zamišlja te priznajem da mi jako nedostaješ da mi

Angels One day an angel came to earth He saw the faces of humans He become one of them He

Ms. Til Kumari Sharma  as  a Multi Award Winner in writing  from an  international  literary branch is  from  Bhorle- Hile,

“The Whisper of Stillness” Everything in stillness is alluring; The lingering gaze, burning to the point of incandescence, Breaths slipping