Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού
Ana Petrovic, born on 05.02.1985.in Serbia, I also live in Serbia. I wrote a book of poems, but unpublished yet. Finished medical school, VI degree. Many songs published in magazines and portals. Some of them are translated on English. I have been working on special programs with kids who have paralysis cerebralis. I like working with kids as much as I like poetry.
Silence
Quiet… the vastness strides with a silent pace,
whispers await, in secrecy.
Stars trumble, awaiting the sanctity’s blaze,
before the waves, hush your voice silently.
It is a wave of silence deep,
human echoes yearning behind him.
In sacred cup, where secrets repose,
unspoken words strive to redeem.
Chaos whispered in the silence,
guard… eternity and transience struggle.
Inkiness is seeking my compliance,
redemption screems, growing vaster.
Silent plea! May peace resurrect .
let wrath shatter in the hush of light.
In the mirror of dusk, hopes reflect,
in the soft twillight’s tender might.
The beginig and the end! Glory to them,
let the chant sing like a sparkling lullaby,
like mother’s face that you cann’t forget,
Prayer chants with the endless sky.
Glory to silence, herald of grace,
it waves shattered strands.
In enchanting depth , like a distant glance,
where last shall be first and first shall be last.
Storm
A storm is brewing, in the heart chaos reigns,
Noice dances wild everywhere,
The vessel, delight for timeless wanderer,
Is gliding to my soul carrying an embrace.
A depth of grief in the vast expance,
without its shield , tears veil the path,
Sorrow enhartens the army of darkness,
captive of tears has no more tears left.
The past, a blade to the stumbling heart,
lifts the veil upon the soul’s capture,
tears are ticking away fast,
none can endure, a silent rapture.
I’m an exile of the infernal mill,
redeemed by majestic grandeur,
before the emperor’s crown… I stand still
it shines marvelous in its splendor
Unnamed song
At the limen of time,
I stand as a stranger
Here, might doesn’t intertwine
soul is a tireless passanger.
We need light, glow of glances,
human heart forgiveness,
we’re yearning a sip of repose,
seeking solace in the stillness.
Weary of darkness,we seek dawn,
I seek those eyes, precious of mine,
woken from the dead, seeking the forgotten
shadow beside me, companion of time.
Trhough sawn wood whispers time’s embrace,
each grain a tale,a memory traced.
Moments linger like echoes,
In the music of a rhyme as eternity grows.
