Vida Nenadic Poems

Taken by my own thoughts,
my words and hopes,
...

I still remember
all winters
and my mother's love in them.
...

Again
while I am talking to you
I am traveling.
I am going into the unknown
...

Dust is everywhere,
the dust of the world.
The dust that
falls on everything.
...

The pen is in my hand
and the heart was on it, too.
It is painful
to think of you
...

You have realized
on the sea
who hard it can be
to live and work
...

Shake off your memories,
like a snow off your hair
and your coat.
...

That is really you
born on the rocks,
and still there,
closed to that rock
...

From one day to another
all remains the same.

And it is good
...

I am your prayer
as you are my desire.

I save everything.
...