He said: be silent,

Place your fist over your scream.

Order your blood to stop pounding against the walls.

I’d like to give you a torrent, so you can see

How the storm carries away the sweat and the effort.

And when you pick the blooms of illusion,

Looking at the sweetness of honey with a sting,

And yet afraid to step into the fields to be a flower.

Nerandza Kostic

Nerandža Kostić was born in Požarevac, Republic of Serbia. She lives and writes poetry in the town of Mosna, near Donji Milanovac in Serbia. Her first collection of poetry was published in 2017 under the title, “Under the Skin”, as a testimony to her life experiences.

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