Poem by Marija Najthefer Popov
NOT LOVE…
Once, something will press your heart.
Do not believe that it is disease.
When you feel pressure and become breathless,
do not look for remedy.
Somewhere in you,
your conscience will reach you
and tear you
causing unbearable moan.
It will sound like
my grief does now,
as it pours down my cheeks
and expects to move
into the dwelling of your conscience.
No, do not hope for mercy,
because when you hurt someone knowingly,
somewhere Someone sees it
and memorizes it double
(for balance).
Someone protects love,
not to be uprooted
from this world.
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