Author: Marija Lazarević
The wind would be mild
When I stepped into the darkness
and I said: I am fighting today!
But the echo in me awakens fear.
What hurts, what lurks in the terrible darkness,
when others are alone who am I?
I fall, I fall, in the darkness
neither the top nor the bottom.
The wind would be light
when I raised my head,
and I said, I am fighting today,
and the echo fluttered there,
and leave me alone, in silence.