Bulls in My Blood

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Bulls in My Blood

People That Keep Their Promise
The First Cold Day
Frightened Poem
Arrogance
Biography of the Living
Planting Tree (Inscription)
The Ways through Heaven
I Dream About You Again
Bulls in my Blood

My dear,
(spoke the angel)
whom I should talk to now,
when the long ago fallen are visiting me today?
and I do not know if you are close,
so I can wish you restlessness in your bed
and desire in your eyes.
(complained the angel)

Oh God, my good friend
forgive all her sins;
Don-t you see:
I am moulding her body with my hands,
I angel on Christ-s age, found out:
love is an empty grave,
rest in big spaces,
argument with your own soul.
(said the angel)
and flew like Icarus towards the Sun.
God!

AuthorBratislav Taškovski
2018-08-21T17:24:03+00:00 October 1st, 1998|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 05|0 Comments