The tree in love

How often

I have passed

by your side


to be in time

for my chained 


You were one of many more

In the landscape


of my madness


in a race

without sense

against myself.

But one morning

of sorrows

that weighed down

my forays,

I looked back

towards your chest


And there I discovered

an open heart

appealing to mine

too wrapped up

in the troubles

of the life.

Tree of my path

Who opened your heart?

Was it nature?

Or a mad lover?

Whoever it was

opened mine too

one morning

of sorrows

that weighed down

my forays.

And the sleeping love

That lives in me 

woke up

in a sweet



my day

with sweet joy.

© Olga Brajnovic


Author: Olga Brajnović

Journalist and writer. I've worked for 26 years in a newspaper in Spain. I worked for two years as a stringer and correspondent in the US and went as a special envoy to other places like the Balkans. Author of a biography. Sea lover. Avid reader. Classic Music enthusiast.

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