Do not ask.. Slavka Bozovic

  

If the unrest touches you tonight
and trembles the heart with pain
know that one star is dying
on your horizon as it kneels.

And don't ask her anything tonight
on the slopes of sadness as she remains silent
tears heal the souls of the hearth,
that no one knows or doubts it.

Previously, she was very happy
in its beauty, it sparkled
gentle knees were bleeding
abruptly when she fell.

And don't ask her why she fell
and why she no longer shines on anyone
with ashes her love united
no sprout grows from the hearth.

Do not ask . . .

© Slavka Bozovic
Montenegro