FOR ENDLESS FLIGHT by Milijana Božović

This poem was written a couple of days ago…

It emerged as I was thinking about how when we keep our feelings unsaid and unwritten - they flow without blockades, while when we want to express them, we have a lot of work to do to really bring them closer to their essence.

Actually, I believe that a poet's expression of feelings through words is an expression of life’s Essence, as everything around us can be Poetry. And the poet is the one who translates this Essence into letters and words.

'Erupt' conceptual photography by Erin Graboski'

For Endless Flight

Transparent me

soothing

in You transparent.

Your limpid bosom

and my home,

myself if I am.

Who gave me to You,

Oh, Creative Thought!

And could I live without

You

neutral,

not questioned in existence of maybe nothing.

And could this path

to create our wings for endless flight

be Life without questions?

Pictures is the author Milijana Bozovic

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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