the vines awakento greet the ripening daythe sun climbs to its zenithscattering darkness from every corneryou fold your sorrowing handsacross your bellyonly yesterdaythere was a heartbeatyour weary body tightensunder the blaze of lightyet your soulremains untouched by its ray————————————–Aleksandra Jovičić Đinović called us from Serbia.voicemailpoems.org/submit/facebook.com/voicemailpoemsx.com/voicemailpoemsbsky.app/profile/voicemailpoems.bsky.socialinstagram.com/voicemailpoems