A heart-wrenching poem by Duska.
For Nikola
When a child dies
it’s wrong to weep
every sob 
and tear
are far too loud
for the womb
it nestled in.
when a child dies
no star falls
but climbs higher
climbs forever
on its damned
starry way.
©Duška Vrhovac
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Duška Vrhovac, poet, writer, journalist and translator from Banja Luka, ex-Yugoslavia, graduated from the Faculty of Philology, Belgrade University. She has published 20 books of poetry, which have been translated, in more than 20 languages. She is one of the most important contemporary poets from Serbia. She has received important awards for poetry and the gold medal for the ‘generosity, dedication, perseverance and creative contributions… made to spread the culture of the nationalities of the Republic of Serbia’.
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