Ranko Radojevic

The greatness, in small, the courage, in all,
Beneath in form, the low, beyond in thought, to grow,
From courts, the beds, to taverns, the different sets,
The eyes, the hair, the posture of a lord,
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My fingers sink into the the earth,
Warming shine nourished the ground,
By winter's grip softened it's fertile dirt,
Placing a seed where it's safe and sound.
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Not seeking glory or riches grand,
I will not kneel, I'll always stand,
I am the branch left unbroken, unbent,
I am the prophecy from dreamer's heights sent,
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Tempest on the morrow, stillness in the evening,

Whirlwind's touch was chilling, soft caressed the snow,
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Once atop a highlands cliffs, among grasses tall, cherished by skies of grey,
Once haunting memories, all of their harm, within it's vastness lay.
Like siren's song sweet melody rang, beckoning one's clouded mind,
Wings of shadow glided hastily towards heightened glow,
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Along the desolate yet vivid tracks,
Stretching through whispering wilderness,
With few dear things on our backs,
and a yearning for freedom to confess.
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Remember when you awoke, and walls of conscience hit?
repeating: “The sun will shed it’s gold before I fall back into it”.
Just enough providence to inner light energize,
Savour moments, fuel wit’s engines, and rise.
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Your being's true reflection under shallow covers hides,
Yearning for connection, waves of inspiration rides,
On wings of inception profound silver lining finds,
In depths of it's perception, carried on by passion's tides.
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Wanting warmth from a wondrous source,
In blind pursuit to true thirst quell,
A flower bowed and took a bold course,
Reaching too far it missed and fell.
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What may seem like chilling surface,
Sways your thoughts and charms your mind,
It serves a deeply warming purpose,
Of unveiling brilliance to the blind.
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A girl sought beauty along winding paths,
Travelled singing many roads ahead,
Laughing, dancing, drawing joyous breaths,
Within flowers laying her brilliant head.
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As light dawned before it's time,
The blind repelled it's beams,
Their fantasies, thoughts and dreams.
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Yearning for glistening apple,
Encouraged by seducing snake,
Passion shall decency trample,
You’re making art for art’s sake.
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She danced on with passion, with joyous heath,
Across the altars, with blooded feet.
Her scarlet stains to sacred taint,
Defying the temple, with shine of faint,
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