This site contains merima trako's blog archive as published on huffington post, the world post, merima's personal poetry collection and short prose collection





The fire in your hands,

mist under your feet,

quiet wisp of wind,

vibrancy of your voice,

quietness of the orange dawn,

My mind is yours.

My heart is yearning

to blend

to capture your beauty

to disappear

in your openness,

acceptance of the decay,

in your transformation,

insinuation of the bare,

the cold

the empty


He Looks Like My Kenan

He Looks Like My Kenan

In Memory of Srebrenica

In Memory of Srebrenica