POETRY

Set me free from captivity until I’m gone,

Since my blooms are still blushing.

Don’t take me in your arms,

Only you can help me.

They planted me in one place,

They pluck my petals when they want.

They never think they need to be watered,

They began to fall in line.

As the tears flowed they wet them,

And now they’re gone, they’ve all been dug up.

Dried up a long time ago, there is no trace of them,

And so my petals fell down.

Set me free so I don’t suffer anymore,

I’ll grace your place wherever I am.

Your support means a lot to me,

Because I don’t know how to cope there.

Sink yourself in the flower of love,

Choose the color you like.

You will be happy; I tell you the truth,

You know, there is always fragrance in flowers.

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(Self-translation from BOSNIAN)

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