DRUIDESS by Milijana Bozovic

I guess I can write some lines only when I am truly open and totally fragile…

I do not know if these moments resonate somewhere else but for me they are like lying in the sun and being burned and then reborn. It is like capturing all missed breaths...

Druidess

By Milijana Bozovic

What I do during the nights

is easing the pain

of our confrontation to light

Flower of the song saves me

from the time of the world

and I am ascending

Ruins of the world

are the ruins of me.

If I regain myself...

To make music forever living,

I bring it, you shape it

'cause the base for the world is in the loss of breath

Blueness, lead me,

Earth, hold me,

Fire, kiss me with warmth,

Wind, you carry me

'cause the divinest has made me

(And what it is called when you give your whole self

although you are happy alone?)

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Milijana Božović: I am from Montenegro, Balkans, Southeast Europe. I am 23 years old. I've been writing since childhood, mainly poetry. It was and still is my way of writing a diary, through verses. In my opinion, it is important to have a way to channel one's own energy and one's vision of everything around, inside and beyond. I am interested in music, literature, translation. I sing and I play bass guitar a little. For now, I have one song recorded under the name Aera Barda. The song is Voice of Oneness (Moola mantra). I plan to learn playing guitar so I can present some of my verses in the way of singing, also. I believe in Love, Light, Peace.

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