Slavka Božović



Slavka Božović


Pen Might

Pen Might

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If I stopped writing,

I would betray my soul,

The ink would dry out and I would not smell the pencil.

The pencil illuminates my vision,

As he writes with the fingers of my heart,

Shares love and joy,

I proudly walk with her into the future.

I sleep at night with a pen,

Under the pillow leaves the stars,

She is my best friend,

Who shares with me all the torments of the heart.

Sublime, nurtures my spirit,

So I feel free and happy like a bird,

When he pours my deep emotions on paper,

Me as if flying on the wings of a swallow ...

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