To The Boy

Today I wish to present a young poetess by the name Ivana, who originally write in Croatian.  This is the first English translation of her poetry and….
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Don’t look at me boy,
my hands are not
white of love.
Don’t look at me my little one,
my eyes are not
bright of sun.
Do not look, my beloved.
My love has been sold.

And the sky is still
above me.
And the sun,
still inside me.

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© Ivana 2014
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