I dreamt
black and deep
sorrow
awaiting us
now and tomorrow.

Shall it come
from the pharaoh,
or our dear fellow.

Don’t follow
the mellow pharaoh,
neither your dear fellow.

Hollow is not through
their shadow.

It only comes through
a Path narrow.

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I often write poetry in my native language, Serbian. This is the first poem I’ve written in English, composed recently when the world reminded us that we must grow far beyond our current limits.