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Best Poems From
DEJAN STOJANOVIC
(March 11,1959)
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Sounds of Imagination
I imagined I was a mountain;
Then I became a cloud over that mountain;
Lightning and thunder pummeled the mountain,
Pierced the heart of the earth,
Becoming lava and exploding as a volcano.
I imagined I was a star,
Light traveling into space;
Then I grew as a tree
With leaves of galaxies eating the light
Becoming the angel of life and the bearer of light.
I imagined I was a black hole
Flying through myself and swallowing myself
While eating others to consume the abyss of energy
But still, holding the whole galaxy in order,
Keeping billions of stars circling around me.
I imagined I was God for a millisecond
And became speechless for a long time.
Dejan Stojanovic
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Sounds of Love and Hate
Shall I say, I love you? says Love.
No, you shall not.
Love loses its magic when declared
Also, you would not be Love if you did not love me,
Says Hate.
Shall I say, I hate you? says Hate.
No, you shall not.
I already know you hate me.
You would not be hate if you didn't hate me,
Says Love.
But if I said I hate you, what would you do? asks Love.
I would not believe you, says Hate.
Then I must kill you, says Love.
Then, you will be lonely, says Hate,
And you will not be Love anymore.
You would kill yourself and become me.
Dejan Stojanovic
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Star
Far, yet always present
You were waiting to be born
From a dream long ago you came
Waiting to be seen
Sensed by many, but never really seen
Your words understood and heard by no one
You touched others, but no one touched you
You felt sensation, they were asleep
You needed to be found
Reborn in an intentional accident
You were light in need of light
But no one was a star
A star needs a star
Dejan Stojanovic
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The Art of Love
It was then
When the breeze took care of your hair
When you didn't think
Of styling yet were always stylish
In your natural grace
You found the source of attraction
Not being aware of the hidden power
Radiating from your face
You walked confidently
Through the streets of Kotor
It was then
When you felt the importance of art
And understood that without art
Even love cannot survive—
Love is a special science
It was then
Under the birch tree
When you felt the breeze
Whispering in your ears
Untranslatable meanings
Which you understood without learning
It was then
When you became an artist
Dejan Stojanovic
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