W I N G S

Use the wings of the flying Universe, 
Dream with open eyes; 
See in darkness.

Dejan Stojanovic


Some voices warm her soul
A song in the right moment
Can unravel her like yarn
Make her spin like a ball
Losing air to remind her
She’s not going anywhere
No places words can travel
Beyond Paris and illusions
Like promises of forever
Sea dreams and forests
Golden mermaids and tales
Tragic
Wins by suicide bombers
Shot in canons of silence
She never heard coming
A spinning deadweight mute
She dances blindly to music
A song of imaginary birds
Written atop plastic wings
Too heavy to fly