In the Sea of Peace, Love Survives – Poetry from Bosnia Herzegovina

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A sea of miles, a river of silence cries out for peace

Love is given to good people.

Maid Corbic, a young poet hailing from Tuzla, Bosnia Herzegovina, shares his poetry

Maid Corbic - Sindh CourierMaid Corbic from TuzlaBosnia Herzegovina, is a well awarded young poet. Many of his works have been published in anthologies and magazines in Chile, Spain, Ecuador, Bosnia and Herzegovina, San Salvador, United Kingdom, Indonesia, India, Croatia, Serbia, etc. as well as printed anthology of poems “Sea in the palm of your hand”, “Stories from Isolation”, and” Kosovo Peony “and others. In 2020 he was named Poet of the Year in the Indo-Universe Group, which also engages in charity around the world. He is winner of numerous awards, among them the association “KNS – Nova Svjetlost” in Sarajevo, during which he won a bronze charter for his work. He is the winner of the BigBang competition that was organized in Tuzla in 2021.

images (5)IN THE SEA OF PEACE, LOVE SURVIVES

A sea of miles, a river of silence cries out for peace

Love is given to good people.

Ready to continue to support every step of the way

Only the happiness that surrounds them

The meaning of everything is victory and battle.

That love lies, everyone in this world knows.

Without it, the world would be ruined.

Which is still a glimmer of hope for us humans.

Who believes that war makes no sense?

And that fighting for no one’s country is absurd?

We can say that peace is justified today all day.

And I look for a spark of hope in everything.

That the world will understand goodness

And that we will divide happiness into equal parts

Love unites and gives everything to people.

Who create peace as they know best, by deeds!

It is a deed when we pat others on the shoulder.

Love lies directed towards goodness

Happiness is great if we give knowledge

The power of ordinary people always has, just know

I need to use the moment of my life

I believe that love is the meaning of life.

Yes, the reason for everything is hope.

Yes, continue to promote world peace.

We give importance to people who are afraid.

To express everything they want and feel

And I think that peace is justifiably lasting.

The ball of happiness is shrouded in truth.

Traces in the snow and in the mud, peace lives

Name and predicate “growth”

The perpetuation of life is an embrace for me of love and attention inexhaustible!

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images (6)SHADOWS OF HUMANITY

Every time I see the world around me

I remember; to be there

I love the wild and don’t consider myself a freak

I just like to dream about dreams

Because the galaxy for me was nebula alone

And a fictitious phenomenon every day

When I look high, up into the sky

I see all the anomalies and small secrets

Although I’m not aware of that yet

That the time for me is yet to come

And that I am a very young man

I’m just afraid of one for now

Yes, my destiny is still present

There, in the bosom of my soul

The intermolecularity in my heart drives me to move forward

I still find myself very special

Just because I think about my universe

Which is made of nuts and beauty

Which no one can approach yet

And even less no one to taste them

My meaning and reason for existence

Imagination can always do anything

And the reason for my laughter is the nebula

Molecular space since I live

My eternity, from my dear little one

I don’t want to be left alone

When the others leave me

Because what is life if I don’t dream dreams

And to catch the nebula at least once more

Bare hands; the space of my universe

The heart is full of love and emotions

Intertwined with the most beautiful space of feeling

Which still knocks forever in me

I am ready to give nebulae to someone

But this time if it happens

At least I give myself some hope

That it’s not all so easy

As I think; the nebula is my view

Galaxies from which I always feed

Because stars and astrology give strength

To believe when it’s hard for me

In the impossibility of one’s identity

And the nebula, the nebula is still beautiful

What a great avant-garde emotion

When I survive I can still have realities

Which give me the energy to believe

More than ever in energy

The stellar paths of humanity!

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Read: When Love is Dumb – A Poem from Bosnia Herzegovina

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