Excuse me, I think I am dying - Lena Ruth Stefanović

Two years ago I passed away

No, really

I haven’t written about it

Which is unusual

Given that I write about almost everything

A Journey - Jovanka Uljarević

I am not here where you see me

or there where they know me

There is here for me

And here is too far

The springtime of our lives is brief - Petar II Petrović-Njegoš

The springtime of our lives is brief,
A scorching summer follows behind,
A turbulent autumn and a freezing winter;

An Open Wound - Tanja Bakić

An open wound
Under the hot earth
Calls me out.

The Mountain Wreath - Petar II Petrović-Njegoš

Montenegrins, do you see this wonder?
Fifty full years I've spun of my life's yarn.