Stop observing everything dark and miserable
And don’t try to change the world
Live life as it is
Our time here is just a blink of star light
Stop writing about a desperate man
About certain Maria, yet to be born in this world
John, you must love!
Hold my hand and take me away, away
You are strange, they can’t grasp you
Rough and brash in eyes of many
Untouchable like the sky itself
I am not your Maria to be born
The past has already touched me
I am not your heavy philosophy
John, I am not your Maria,
John, you must love
About the Author
Gordana Čolić lives in Bosnia and Herzegovina. She writes poems and prose including short stories. Her writing relies on her inner life as much as her love for the family and the people that surround her.
Throughout 40 years, along with her career in public service and raising her family, Gordana has written a collection of over 200 short stories and poems.