Silvana Krculic Poems
|3.||Winds Of The Past||1/2/2003|
|4.||Yes This Roses Are For Me||5/17/2003|
|5.||You Are My October Sun||10/11/2003|
|10.||What Our Love Defines||8/2/2003|
|11.||Return To Me||8/2/2003|
|12.||Must Be The Crossroads||8/9/2003|
|15.||The Assassin Of Heart||10/11/2003|
|18.||Castle Of Miramar||7/19/2003|
|19.||Guess What Comes To Mind||5/17/2003|
|20.||Where Love Hides||10/11/2003|
|22.||My Old Village (In Croatia )||1/2/2003|
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My Old Village (In Croatia )
How do you look, my village
in the wintery mountain valley?
Is the old house still standing?
Are your young boys now dying?
Do you hear the gunfire, in Bihach
or, by now, is it subsiding...
While the late hours are striking
your scenery is not vivid
but in my heart, you are carried.
I can see you, from a distance
with sleepy childhood alleys,
but instead of star studded nights,
dark clouds are in your sky.
But village, I now pray
That the quietness of some summer day,
with cricket song in the grass
and no darkness ...
You Are My October Sun
The sun's out in Brooklyn
It's a beautiful day:
There's a picture of you
My mind revives
If I look into its rays
When you called