My poems are my ideas,
my dreams, my toys,
my stories, my…
the most beautiful.
You can’t destroy a poem.
It can be hidden somewhere in your head,
in little corner where likes to sleep,
until it decides to walk over your lips.
My poems are clouds where I sit and
watch birds fly and sing.
My poems are…
Maja S. Todorovic
*note: this is translation of a poem I wrote when I was 15. It’s been 25 years since then, and I still feel the same about poetry. Strange and beautiful in the same time.