Brisk steps over the pavements
Kissed by the many drops
Of a sudden, spring-like rain
A loud laugh escapes the throat
In a city
Of no strangers
Careless moments—born by a mere spark
Of something hidden
A natural trait
Demanding to soar
In all its beauty
There's plenty of life
Yet to be filled
Plenty of moments
Yet to be lived
And plenty nuances of us
Yet to be loved
And grown
In a city of no strangers
Their eyes can reproach
Until they realize the liberty
Of running in the rain
In love
Meliha is currently living in Serbia, while Bosniak is her native language. Always wandering and wondering, Meliha’s observations pour into verses and lines which at times surprise her too. She’s on a quest of her own Walden, still far in sight, yet so close to the heart. All life is a journey of becoming oneself.
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