DARK ROOM by Anja Sekulić from Serbia

Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού

(I wanted, in the darkness,
to paint the perfect shade of dark,
but I lacked the light
to see what I had painted.)

I was so happy at the sight of your smile.
I kept thinking of ways to reach your happiness.

I wanted to warm all your sorrows,
because I knew what it meant to live with pain.

I wanted to embrace the child
who had lived in a dark room.

I wanted to paint a window
through which you could escape.

I wanted you to fly.
I still want that.

But I realize
that I, too, was once a child.

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