The fifth e-book of poetry by Violeta Milovanovic, reveals a new passion for life; faith in love; resurrection of the long-forgotten feelings that slowly began to spread through the veins. But it is also a lament for those old dark verses that disappeared before the power of love; a drought among the old rivers of words. It ends with a hope of staying with the pens, verses and poems for an eternity, at least.
~ Violet heart ~
Poke the soul
There’s a silent song in every raindrop,
trickling down the window pane
a vociferous, painful distant sob
in the throat and on the cheek pale.
Where is the horizon to show hope?
It melted in the rainy clouds long ago.
There’s a silent song
in every drop, every flow.
You are my silent song,
your melody pokes my soul.