The Wind That Kills Love — POEM 𝒃𝒚 Maja Milojković
The Wind That Kills Love
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The wind rises from distant lands,
Carrying cold and fury.
It rushes through valleys,
Crashes against cliffs,
Sweeps across fields,
Where young trees struggle to find their footing.
The weaker ones bend,
Some break,
Some are uprooted entirely.
Love is like that tree.
If its soil is not firm,
If it is not nurtured with care,
Warmed by tenderness,
Strengthened by trust,
The first storm can shatter it.
People have forgotten that love must be tended.
They have forgotten that a tear can be water,
That a word can be light,
That a touch can be shelter.
The winds are growing stronger.
The world is cracking under their force.
Love vanishes in the grip of fear,
In the silence of cold stares,
In the emptiness of unspoken thoughts.
And yet,
All it takes is a hand to steady the young tree,
Until its roots grow deep.
It is not too late.
The wind is just the wind—
Unless we give it the power to break us.
….
(Self-Translation from SERBIAN)
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The Wind That Kills Love
To read all posts of Maja Milojković, Please click here
The wind rises from distant lands,
Carrying cold and fury.
It rushes through valleys,
Crashes against cliffs,
Sweeps across fields,
Where young trees struggle to find their footing.
The weaker ones bend,
Some break,
Some are uprooted entirely.
Love is like that tree.
If its soil is not firm,
If it is not nurtured with care,
Warmed by tenderness,
Strengthened by trust,
The first storm can shatter it.
People have forgotten that love must be tended.
They have forgotten that a tear can be water,
That a word can be light,
That a touch can be shelter.
The winds are growing stronger.
The world is cracking under their force.
Love vanishes in the grip of fear,
In the silence of cold stares,
In the emptiness of unspoken thoughts.
And yet,
All it takes is a hand to steady the young tree,
Until its roots grow deep.
It is not too late.
The wind is just the wind—
Unless we give it the power to break us.
….
(Self-Translation from SERBIAN)
v
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