MAJA MILOJKOVIĆ

 

Freedom’s Embrace

In the quiet dawn, where dreams reside,

Freedom dances on the wings of the tide.

Her touch is light, yet strong and true,

A gift for all, for me, for you.

She whispers peace in every land,

Binding nations hand in hand.

No chains to break, no walls to build,

With love and hope, the heart is filled.

Respect blooms in Freedom’s light,

Uniting souls, both day and night.

In every word, in every choice,

She lifts the world, gives all a voice.

For Freedom thrives where love is found,

Where hearts are free, unbound, unbound.

In unity, the world can see,

That peace and love are truly free.

So let us cherish, let us guard,

This gift so precious, yet so hard.

For in her arms, the world will find,

A future bright, for all mankind.

End And Beginning

Just as the young moon gently cuts 

through the starry canvas,

comets are born from that very sliver—

brief flames that shine and disappear.

When they fade into darkness,

we lift our gaze to the sky

and let a wish settle deep within our hearts.

When someone leaves this world,

our voices turn into songs—

celebrating the journey and the final return.

The universe measures everything with care,

pouring equal amounts of sorrow and joy,

as if each breath were a blessing

and each exhale a reminder of impermanence.

Let life flow, graced by blessings,

though it steadily walks toward death.

For all beauty springs from what is fleeting,

and every song reaches its final verse,

only to give birth to a new beginning in silence.

Echoes Of Peace

In lands once torn by hate and fire,

Where echoes of war still climb higher,

The cries of those who fell too soon,

Are whispered soft beneath the moon.

No victor stands on bloodied ground,

For in their hearts no peace is found.

The cost of war, so steep, so deep,

It leaves the world in endless weep.

Yet hope still rises with each dawn,

A plea for peace where war was drawn.

For every hand that lifts a gun,

Another seeks the warmth of sun.

Let not the swords be drawn again,

Let not the children feel the pain.

In unity, we stand, we vow,

To build a future starting now.

For peace is born where love remains,

And kindness soothes the deepest pains.

Let nations learn, let voices sing,

The world needs peace, not war's cruel sting.

MAJA MILOJKOVIĆ

MAJA MILOJKOVIĆ was born in Zaječar and lives inrelation between Serbia and Denmark. In Serbia, she is the deputy editor at the publishing house at "Sfairos" in Belgrade, Serbia. She is the vice-president of the association "Rtanj and Mesečev poetski krug". She is a person whose blood has been running from Leonardo da Vinci's statement "Painting is poetry that can be seen, and poetry is a picture that can be heard." She is an amateur painter and reviewer. As a poet, she is represented in numerous domestic and foreign literary newspapers, anthologies and electronic media, and some of her songs are also available on YouTube. She is the winner of many international awards. She is an activist of many associations and organizations, for peace in the world, against violence against animals, racism, etc. She is the author of 2 books: "The Circle of the Moon" "Trees of Desire" She is a member of the poetry club "Area Felix" from Zaječar, Serbia. Member of the literary club "Zlatno pero" from Knjaževac, Serbia. Member of the association of writers and artists "Gorski vidici" from Podgorica, Montenegro.