Slavka Božović

Slavka Božović

If I stopped writing. . .

If I stopped writing,

from the heart I would stumble

I would have a hard time breathing,

And I would wither like a petal.

And the sun would darken,

and the stars would extinguish the brightness,

Tane death would irradiate my soul,

Hinting at my end.

If I stopped writing,

lips would remain poor,

the thought would freeze,

and the birds in their chests would fall asleep.

I would become suspicious of God,

I would betray his faith,

if I stopped writing,

I would stay blind in my eyes.

I can't even stop if I wanted to,

some greater force, governs my spirit,

I dance on clouds and mysterious worlds,

The magic of words fascinated me.

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