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Best Poems Written by Aleksandra Kovrlija

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Happiness

It was dusk, the sky was 
Almost blue-black
I was in the meadow
Picking wild flowers
Every flower glowed:
White, orange, red,
Violet, blue, yellow…
Every flower seemed
To burn by itself
Softly, gently, purely
And this beauty, these scents
These colors, made me think
That moments like this were
Buds on the tree of life

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Once Upon a Time

Once upon a time
She was watching the Sun
And she told her; ``Burn me!``
Then she wrote a poem
Which was so beautiful and sad
So beautiful and sad
That she destroyed it
But once, she was watching love
That resembled many dawns
And clouds over a plain field
And she felt that they became
A part of her, and for a moment
Only for a moment she experienced
Something that was whole and complete
And she thought that this particular moment
Defined her life

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Mother Earth

She laughs like the sea
She talks like the river
She caresses like the sun
She sleeps like the moon
She weeps like the wind
She loves like summer
She cheats like spring
She dances like autumn rains
She plays like winter snowflakes
You can love her
Or hate her
But she is everything
We have

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The Elegy Devoted To the Earth

People are, constantly, selfishly numbering their troubles endlessly 
While you are listening to them patiently and hopelessly
They write elegies describing unrequited love, themselves,
Their pain, feeling blue,
But this elegy is only for you-
Everyone is writing sad poems, and self-centered, too
However, my poem is devoted to violence, to violence against you
Today, I saw a dead bird on the road
Its death made me see again this horror,
It left me to endure humiliation, over and over again-
To watch faces, innumerable, impersonal, coarse, covetous faces,
Who rush every morning to destroy you
Haste, hatred and indifference are jostling down the streets
Crazed women are shopping, peeking into shop windows greedily,
Throwing away papers and bills on the sidewalk
Some men are drinking and smoking in a tavern
Cigarette smoke, trivial conversations
Erase and kill everything, even love is contaminated 
By the touch of their dirty fingers
Chimneys and cars are turning the air into smelly haze
Snarling machines, squeaky sirens
Override chirping of birds and children`s laughter
Gardens made of plastic bags bloom on the river banks
The souls of dead swans are floating on grey lakes,
Enclosed by sadness of poets
The sea is bleeding, bringing waste back on the sand
And you are crying over the man, 
Who was a long, long time ago, 
Clad in beauty and who is now dressed in wrecks
In your tears, I see the universe and despair of your silver companion
You are still spinning noiselessly,
Changed, old, wrapped in a shabby veil,
Your wrinkles, made of concrete roads and towers
Are becoming deeper and deeper, your gowns are worn-out
You are still spinning, persistently and compassionately,
Going nowhere, into the empty future
People are constantly, selfishly numbering their troubles endlessly
While you are listening to them, patiently and hopelessly
They write elegies describing unrequited love, themselves,
Their pain, feeling blue,
But this elegy is only for you-
Everyone is writing sad poems, and self-centered, too
However, my poem is devoted to violence, to violence against you

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Love

He thought that the sky
Held something of her own
This sky above the fields
She had stars in her eyes
And the wind in her hair
She seemed, anyhow, 
All light, glowing 
Like some bird
Tears filled his eyes
As he looked at her
She stood there 
Giving him more beauty
For nothing, for ever
For watching merely

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A Cup of Tea

Mum, you make me sad with your eyes 
Please tell what troubles you
I am fine, you imagine things
But mum if you are happy, 
Your eyes should be happy too
I am going to make you a cup of tea
And everything is going to be alright
Mum, your eyes are so sad
I didn't hear you
I said everything is going to be alright

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Fear

Don`t avoid fear
Face it, it is reality
Rediscover its brutality

Sometimes you have to fight with it
And sometimes you have to submit
And your mind will be lit

Don`t avoid fear
Be humble, be brave 
Imagine that it`s everything like a fairytale

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Memories

When I was a child, I was a princess
Who lived in a beautiful castle,
Surrounded by woods and fields
This not true, of course, but that is
How I chose to remember it, to celebrate it,
That is how I chose to put it down
To describe my growing up
I would have to show you 
The stork`s nest on the roof of our house
To describe  my growing up
I would have to take you
To the field on a summer day
And I would say, Breathe deeply-
And you would breathe and remember
That scent for the rest of your life
The bold, rich aroma of fruit trees, 
Wheat and corn, the scent of air,
A fragrance like baby animals,
A new milk and a spilled wine,
All perfumed with wild flowers
To describe my growing up
I would have to take you
To our garden on a summer day
There were carpets of flowers,
And vines climbing the white lattice
Of the arbor and a small shed
Where I used to hunt for hidden treasures 
I was the princess of the summer
And sometimes I would wonder
Past the boundary of the garden
At the dusky end of day
We sang after dinner, silly songs
On the porch swing, the sky grew dark
And fireflies blinked on and off
When I speak of my childhood,
It seems part elegy, part nightmare
But I want to talk only about the elegy
I don`t want to go into deeper waters
Where all the bones and wreckage
Wait for my unwilling scrutiny
Time can be generous
For it allows us to forget our nightmares
Time can be kind
For it allows us to forgive the people
Who had hurt us
When I think about my childhood,
My soul gazes like a lamb
On the beauty of tenderness
And I want to forget everything
That was evil and bad-
I want to see the world
Through a dazzling prism
Of my imagination 
I have preserved 
The multiform appearances
Of my life as a little girl,
The portraits and still life
Visible through the blooming
Window of time
Time can be charitable
Because it smoothes away the roughness,
Erases the crooked lines
And our old memories 
Are wrapped in glory

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A Beautiful Day

It is the last day of December
My fir tree is standing
Undecorated in the garden
Under a full moon
And under a lonely star
I am sitting in my armchair
I am drinking coffee and I am listening to music
I appreciate these gracious 
Moments of distraction
Which help me forget my sadness
But it always comes back
Even though I keep trying 
To drive it away
I am approaching the window
And I see how the snow
Dressed my neglected fir tree
In a virgin wedding dress
It is bowing to the moon proudly
Under thousands and thousands of stars
I am standing amazed 
And I am starting to summon up my courage
To breathe

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Necklace

Can be seen all over the walls
An intriguing, seductive light
She wears a violet dress, light as a veil
Which floats around her body
And when she sits in an armchair
She resembles a flower
She has one of those pale, gentle,
Dreamy faces that poets like
Because they look like white rose petals
A yellow light on her necklace
Gives to everything some wonderful meaning
The things are covered with
Luxurious mist and nothing has a shadow
She does not notice anything
She lives far away from us
In a fairy world
She is watching a picture indifferently
Now she is playing with her necklace
Because of such gestures
One hopelessly falls in love with life