Vesna Kovrlija Poet Narrative

My Bridges

Whenever I am sad, I can always hide
Behind the beauty and the purity 
Of the language

Whenever I am sad, I want to believe
In that wonderful truth that I can hide
Among the words

They blaze with deep magic, I collect them
And form into bridges, so I can 
Travel everywhere

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Len Gasun January 11, 2013 at 3:37 AM This poem is an awesome poem you've penned my dear friend, Vesna. I extremely love it. But now, i'm so sad and your poem had at least lifted me up. Thank you so much for sharing and your precious time stopping by some of my poems. More blessings to you always. love and hugs, Leonora

Andrea Dietrich January 10, 2013 at 6:39 PM I really like this metaphor for language and books, etc. VERY nice.

Richard Lamoureux January 10, 2013 at 3:39 PM What a great concept, I love it!

Daver Austin January 10, 2013 at 3:21 PM Good stuff. Good words. Thanks for reading my stuff. daver

John Posey January 10, 2013 at 3:01 PM beautiful philosophy and well said. I believe it will work. You write some nice material. I will visit often.... Jake

Sara Kendrick January 10, 2013 at 2:00 PM Enjoyed reading your post today..Yes, language can be a place to hide..Thanks for stopping by..Sara

Demetrios Trifiatis January 10, 2013 at 1:34 PM Fantastic, I just love it! Thank you!