Confession of a Poetess

Written by: Vesna Kovrlija

My poems  were born in darkness
I make bouquets out of my losses
And transform my nightmares
Into mysterious  rose gardens 
When I hear satanic music
I sing of water lilies floating
Like the souls of swans on the lakes
Enclosed by my sadness
Yes, I hide myself behind a gate of words
Words are my soldiers, my friends 
With them, I make my faithful army
And make peace with the world