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In this walk by the river Nera, which is not visible from the trees and greenery.... The beauty of these yellow flowers that resemble miniature sunflowers...
Along with this walk, tonight I am in the mood for poetry that matches my walk...
Happiness Desanka Maksimovic
"Hours no are no longer my measure of time,
nor is the Sunâs fervent pace;
Day is when his eyes meet mine,
night is when they newly egress.
My joy is not measured by laughter, nor
whether his yearning is fainter than my,
joy is our mutual silence in sore,
when with the same beat our hearts cry.
I am not sorry that down the river of life
a drop of my existence will also slide,
may youth and all depart now,
greatly admiring me he stopped beside."
Here is another yellow flower, which the butterfly found and explored... I took a photo of the butterfly and it stood still... Which is rare đ
I was lucky...
Joy Desanka Maksimovic
"I no longer watch the hands turn,
nor track the sunâs hot path;
Day is here when his eyes return,
and night again when they depart.
Joy does not mean laughter, and
his yearning outweighing mine;
Joy to me is when weâre silent,
and our hearts in tandem chime.
I do not rue that lifeâs rivers
will carry off my own lifeâs drop;
Now blast youth and all to smitherâs;
Enthralled beside me he has stopped."
Migratory Birds Desanka Maksimovic
"Through night and moisture
wild geese go south
crying in painful glory.
I feel like writing
a dark story:
Them carrying away
on their two white wings
I donât know where,
I donât know what
of my soulâs dearest things."
Spring Poem Desanka Maksimovic
"While watching all these early buds and swallows,
I can feel tonight
that my heartâs slowly growing over sorrows
as someoneâs horizon on smiley days might;
That itâs getting bigger like all plants around
and as light as feather,
and that all happiness thatâs above the ground
and a Hell of pain wouldnât really matter:
Itâs longing for all things that a life as such
could give nice to thy,
and completely nothing wouldnât be too much --
itâs eager desire and hopes are so high.
Everything thatâs happened has been just a play
of my heart on fire;
My true love has never been given away
as much as I could and as I desire;
There are, in my deeps, gentle tides of words
never let outside;
I could give my heart to everyone on worlds,
yet, it would remain a lot of it inside."
The road we used to return from the Nera, winding and covered in yellow flowers and greenery, became my favorite road....
I'm asking for a pardon
Desanka MaksimoviÄ
"I seek pardon for crumpled thoughtsâŚ.
For those who are lost
and squeeze your heart.
For those who kneel under the weight of their burden...
And who don't know that everything takes time...
For those who want to quickly achieve a lot..
I am asking for pardon for those who run away from life..
And who are blinded by the idea..
If there is a miracle...
Only outside our planet..
For those who run away like a child..
When a problem arises before them..
Whose eyes should you look into...
I am asking for forgiveness for those who do not understand themselves.
It's not because they can't.
Already because they distanced themselves from each other..
And what their heart is scratching with a heavy burden..
What they put on themselves..."
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My source
https://www.poetryverse.com/desanka-maksimovic-poems/happiness
https://www.poetryverse.com/desanka-maksimovic-poems/joy
https://www.poetryverse.com/desanka-maksimovic-poems/migratory-birds
https://www.poetryverse.com/desanka-maksimovic-poems/spring-poem
http://www.mycupoftea.rs/5-najlepsih-pesama-desanke-maksimovic/
Desanka MaksimoviÄ was a Serbian poet, professor of literature, and a member of Serbian Academy of Sciences and Arts.