Tulip
My tulip’s heart is filled with blood,
Its world is shattered, ruined.
Those cowards it once believed in,
Strangers who spoke only lies.
My gentle one, my delicate soul,
Forget the burdens of this world.
Among these cowards,
Do not bow your head—stand proud.
Many are drunk on the wine
Of this fleeting world.
But for the pain called love,
There is no one who has not been defeated.
Xo’jamurodova Nigina
Uzbekistan
After graduation many students take a year to travel. Some think that it would be more useful to work for a year. To what extent do you agree or disagree?
Namangan State Institute of Foreign Languages, 2nd-year student of Philology and Language Teaching (English).
Many students choose to travel for a year after graduation. Others believe that this time is better spent working. I think traveling can be useful too, but working gives more practical experience and important opportunities for the future. On the one hand, working for a year gives students real-life experience. On the job, they learn important skills such as responsibility, time management, and teamwork. In addition, by working, they can test their knowledge of their profession in practice. Another important aspect is that by working, students will also have the opportunity to save money, which will help them in their future plans.
On the other hand, traveling also broadens one’s worldview. By visiting different countries and cultures, young people gain new experiences and learn to be independent. This also greatly contributes to personal development. In conclusion, although traveling is also beneficial, I believe that working for a year is more beneficial. Because during this time, students can gain experience and create a solid foundation for their future careers.
WATER THAT CONNECTS
Water does not ask
who you are
It flows
through all languages,
crossing borders
we have invented
In a single drop
the whole world fits,
a tear, a sea, a river,
and someone’s quiet hope
We carry it within us
as a memory of the beginning,
as proof
that we are made of the same breath
When a word becomes water,
it does not wound,
it unites.
It pours from heart to heart
and dissolves
what keeps us apart
So write —
let your poem be a river,
let it find its way
even where there is none
For water knows
what we forget:
that we are all
one ocean
Ankica Anchie Biskupović
Humanist, Poetessa, Author
GLOBAL MOSAIC OF LOVE
April 20 – May 20, 2026
The world needs more touch, more poetry, and more love.
That’s why I am launching the GLOBAL MOSAIC OF LOVE and inviting you to become part of it.
I invite artists and creatives from my country and around the world to share,
their poetry along with images of their hands and palms, creating a network of touches filled with love and respect, where we share both sorrow and joy, and strengthen the golden links of our hands around the Earth.
Without borders, every contribution becomes a diamond in the global mosaic of love.
How to submit your contribution:
E-mail: globalnimozaikljubavi2026@gmail.com (not active yet)
Messenger: send your poetry and images of your hands directly to me, Sandra Fabac
PROJECT GOAL
Through this virtual mosaic of love, with the power of mind, heart, and the art of our hands and poetry, we connect into one unique heartbeat.
Hands symbolize touch, compassion, and unity, while poetry gives rhythm and emotion.
Your contributions will shape a unique global mosaic, a record of the love we leave on the foundation of existence.
Together, we beat with the same rhythm ,the rhythm of love, empathy, and connection.
Join the project and connect the world through the art of our palms and poetry!
#GlobalMosaicOfLove #PoetryWithoutBorders #ArtThatConnects
Project Organizer:
Sandra Fabac
Poetessa & Humanist, Croatia © 2026
THE WAILING OF A BROKEN SOUL
I walked alone, from the day
I set my feet on the path of truth
Betrayals and temptations accompanied me
The pain of life made me weary and thirsty
Weary from it’s trials and tribulations
Yet still, i walked
It felt like i was walking on a hot sand
A sand burning with coal and brimstone
Like I was tied upside down to a pole
And plunged down into a volcano
To be eaten up by the burning larvae
Yet still, i walked
I walked along the halls of agony
Echoes of misfortune honked
Like a horn from a train
Evil besieged me
Like a young married woman
Who turned widow at dawn
Yet still, i walked
O Poetry
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O Poetry, hold me in your arms this moment,
Quench my soul with eternal peace,
There where silence sang the song of bliss,
Over the turmoil and suppressed agony,
There, where you wore the stole of Buddha,
And the butterflies flutter in glee,
My newly awakened eyes blossomed with the beauty of spring,
once again
Let it sing the song of eternity.
Time in the heat
This bird is hidden in a box,
And inside, between the ribs, death lies in a cage.
I never knew how to fly,
Like a black kitten drowned in a pool of tiger blood.
Time flows from the wall.
This puddle of timelessness evaporates like the music of freedom.
Serenity
When did you first see porn?
When did you first hear a nightingale sing?
It was summer, and snow fell in my lungs. Like fluff.
It didn’t hurt, because everything was new.
I died inside my head. Your name lives there.
You’ve forgotten me, and you have the right to oblivion.
You never knew my name.
This eternal winter in my cemetery.