Written by: Vesna Kovrlija

My sadness is so profound
That it settles, like a killing dust
In every corner of the room
Sometimes, my eyes are wide with joy
The birds are loose in my eyes
Happy thoughts wing through the room
And rest on the notebook
Each image is a single memory
Whose life span is short
And heartbeat fast
Each image is a mystery,
Demanding preservation and admittance
Each image is a song,
Wanting life