Do Not Close The Door
Don't close the
door,
after your
departure
Let them stay,
scents of
your perfume
To listen your
steps on the old stairs
It will be
easier for me, because it will stay
hope in my
senses
memories and expectations,
of your faster return.
Do not close the
door of your heart
let me get
faster and never do not let me go,
let me wander
aimlessly.
Do not close the
door of your soul
I Leave her to
warm me and I can breathe freely,
I'm cold!
Never close the
door, my wounds hurt
Don't close the
door
You will lose
the keys from the lock
My wounds will
hurt you...
Don't close the
door, come back as soon
As possible!
NE zatvaraj vrata
Ne
zatvaraj vrata posle tvoga odlaska
Ostavi da ostanu ,mirisi tvog parfema
Da slusam tvoje
korake starim stepenicama
Lakše će mi biti, jer će ostati
nadanja u mojim setilima
sećanja
i očekivanja, tvog bržeg povratka.
Ne zatvaraj vrata tvog srca
pustime da ugjem i nikada me ne
puštaj
da odem ,da besciljno lutam.
Ne zatvaraj vrata tvoje duše
Ostavi
je da me grije i slobodno dišem,
hladno
mi je!
Ne zatvaraj nikada vrata, bolu me rane
Ne zatvaraj vrata
Izgubićes ključeve sa brave
Boleće te
moje rane..
Ne zatvaraj vrata , vrati se što prije!
Mala heroina
Sunce sija a ti spavaš, pod ruševinama svoje kuće. Princezo moja draga!
Povjetarac raznosi mirise. A ti si, prekriven
prašinom, kamenje hladan, ugušen od bola.
Zagrliš brata umjesto lutke,
Zaboravili ste na školske klupe, sveske i
olovke.
Ti si mala heroina iz dječijeg crtanog filma.
Primjer
kako se voli u teškim trenucima života
Zemlja se trese!
Šta je ovo sila?
Zajedno se smejete, molite, da se ovo završi,
jednog dana opet deca
osmesi vide i čist vazduh mirišu.
Little Heroine
The sun is
shining and you are sleeping,
under the ruins
of your house.
Princess my
dear!
The breeze blows
the scents.
And you are,
covered under dust,
stones feeling
cold,
suffocate from
pain.
You hug your
brother instead of a doll,
You forgot about
school desks, notebooks and pencils.
You are a little
heroine from a children's cartoon.
An example of how to love in difficult moments
of life
The earth is
shaking!
What is this
force?
You laughing
together, praying, this to end,
one day again
children
smiles see and
clean air smelling.
SABAHETA ETA
MERSIMI
SABAHETA ETA MERSIMI, born 1956 living
at village Zitose _ North Macedonia, married, mother of 4 lovely children’s and
7 grandchildren. Pensioner, humanist, BORKA, for human rights of women. and marginalizing
groups in rural area. Her hobbies from an early age are reading, writing
poetry, creativity, Hobby writing. First participation in the anthology
" Dance with death & quot, and then, regjale, Opa June 2021,,
reseetrese 21 ,,, International Festival_Gostivar ,, Prayers 1200 ,, and the
first independent Collection of Data Poetry, called ,, Imagination ,,. great
enthusiast, sociability communicativeness, tirelessness, optimistic outlook on
life rejoices and is satisfied with small things, draws themes and her
inspiration is imagined 1st from the life of each individual, life, through
encounters Communications come deep from the soul Painted on pieces of paper.
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