Dejan Stojanovic

Rookie - 10 Points (March 11,1959 / Pec, Kosovo (the former Yugoslavia))

Birthplace - Poem by Dejan Stojanovic

My dream is your birthplace;
Your presence—my life.

I follow your spells,
Listen to your songs—
They cure my madness.

They are my savior,
Sending the light ahead
For the dream to be able to dream.

Your whispers are waiting for me
In every city and street.
The light is singing your song.

You save me from myself
In wanderings.
Whispers are becoming amulets

And I keep walking
To keep you alive.


Comments about Birthplace by Dejan Stojanovic

  • Rookie - 3 Points Adam Reed (1/23/2010 12:16:00 PM)

    Great Dejan! beautifully done (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 23, 2010

Poem Edited: Friday, August 12, 2011


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