White hail
falls
on the white town.
Here, at
the exact point
where the Sava
& Danube
come together
stands
the “Fearless Tower.”
Here the Forces
of Good
gather
(so legend tells us and legend never lies)
the Forces of Evil
are based in Avala
a few kilometres
outside the city.
Each night
the Forces fly out
to do battle
for the day.
And here bloody
but not bowed
a new dawn
is born.
A scrawl of birds
like a signature
flying off
a canvas
to tell
the good news to us
as yet
un-awakened
humans.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem