This is a poem about understanding of life, work, love, death, faith.


It is not


It is not the master of fire,
the one who puts it out.

Not eternal is one
who kills.

The land is not owned by those,
who do not sow and
cultivate it.

They have not believed if
they have respected themselves
more than the faith.

They have not loved
if they have not given
themselves away.




Poetry by Dejan
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Written on 2006-08-22 at 15:17

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