My face is the side
the Earth always sees
It knows not this body
battered by collisions nor
this heart whose craters are
hundreds of meters deep
a testament to the
bombardments it has suffered
Bojana Stojcic is a teacher from Serbia, living in Germany. Her poems and flash pieces have been published in Rust + Moth, Anti-Heroin Chic, Barren Magazine, Spelk, XRAY, The Opiate, and elsewhere. She blogs at Coffee and Confessions to Go and is currently working on a collection of flash fiction/prose poetry.
Powerful and beautiful poem!
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Much appreciated, Gab.
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Wonderful. As usual ❤️
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Like you. ❤️
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Hush
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❤️❤️
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Love it:-)
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Thank you. ❤️
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Good one. Thoughtful.
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Mooning over your words…
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Good.
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Oh, Bojana…
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❤️
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powerful words
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Thanks, dear. I’m glad you think so.
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Whose heart is hundreds of metres deep.
Very powerful. And hopefully fiction
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CNF 🙂
You started reading me again. Can I welcome you back?
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I’m trying my dear. I’m trying
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Trying to catch my breath. Yes. Beautiful poem. Wow.
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