Nada Aničić Crljanić
child who prays for luck
Please God, Heaven
and birds.
And all the earth is moving.
golden thread
life in my hair to knit.
maybe so
I will become the child luck.
In prayer,
hands to heaven.
Star, gold adorns the sky
deception, of light, his own.
Let the heavens Hades raskrili:
perhaps God will, and my tears,
to sunrise.
Overcome by fatigue and prayer,
the slow dawning of a body paint
dream move.
Misty on her lap
shadow, only
my luck.
Hope Anicic Crljenica
the "blue rose of forgetfulness"
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