From the collection On the Wings of Uril (2018)
To a Sleeping Soldier
Usnulom vojniku
Had the moment lasted forever,we would still be taming the dark,no shadows would carry off our youth,no instant would have stolen you from us.
Sleep, boy, sleeping warrior,drowsy eyes still speak for you...Now the swollen rivers of our childhoodare miles both nearand far away.
Forgiven be the years behind us,the unrest woven through children’s games,while curled-up tears can feelbroken hearts still living...there, where you are, all borders fade.
— Vera BasorTranslated from the Serbian.
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Da je trenutak trajao vječno,mi bismo i sada krotili tamu,ne bi nam mladost nosile sjene,ne bi nam tren oteo tebe.
Snivaj dječače, usnuli ratniče,snene oči zbore za te...Sada su miljama blizu i dalekenašeg djetinjstvanabujale rijeke.
Neka su proste godine za nama,nemiri prožeti dječijim igrama,dok sklupčane suze osjećajuslomljena srca žive...tamo gdje si ti nestaju granice.