THE WAYFARERS OF NOVI MOST
September 3 – by Dastilige Nevante
“Scrolls still the great river under the bridge
peering pass old wood,
together with the screw yellowed.
Still flowing, the water of the Danube
that recalls the flight of each gull,
and the hopes of all travelers.
Drops still life on the Novi Most,
at each reflection of sunlight,
on the ripples of water that go out.”