Bosnia and Herzegovina.. Amb Vildana Stanišić
Date: 11/09/2021
Country: 🇧🇦
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I'm a sad-faced poet,
I look around like a frightened deer. I hid the sighs in my soul, since he has not been with me.
I am also a worker bee, tirelessly with a pencil I fight to create a more beautiful world for everyone and turn it into an oasis of love and peace.
I stole my eyes from an old chestnut, and my hair is the color of ripe wheat. I am also that blackbird at the bottom of a deserted meadow, which sighs and tells its story.
My soul is like the wind restless and fast, a girl in a woman's body who constantly asks something through the verses.
I am a woman of roses, do not extend your hands to me, I will leave my thorn in your heart because if the poet did not love you, you do not know how twisted and black life is.
Country: 🇧🇦
_______________
I'm a sad-faced poet,
I look around like a frightened deer. I hid the sighs in my soul, since he has not been with me.
I am also a worker bee, tirelessly with a pencil I fight to create a more beautiful world for everyone and turn it into an oasis of love and peace.
I stole my eyes from an old chestnut, and my hair is the color of ripe wheat. I am also that blackbird at the bottom of a deserted meadow, which sighs and tells its story.
My soul is like the wind restless and fast, a girl in a woman's body who constantly asks something through the verses.
I am a woman of roses, do not extend your hands to me, I will leave my thorn in your heart because if the poet did not love you, you do not know how twisted and black life is.
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