събота, 12 март 2022 г.

At the height of conscience - Gordana Andonovska, Macedonia

 


The whirlpool of memories

like the winds of the past

overcomes the pain

from nostalgia to a broken heart


On the hill

not far from consciousness

Missed moments

as heavy as mountains

with its heights ..


 Entertained by

Shoulders underlined

by the weight of conscience

in a day created for sorrow ..


He leaves every day ..

But ..

It comes back more and more in

the emptiness in the soul ...


One tear ..

It echoed in my soul

with the power of a bell ..

Echo is heard to the sky ..

With his hands to the sky

on his knees in the mud of his sins


Chest open

to the silence of the morning

which brings salvation in itself ...






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