Of the Light

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Of the Light

You Let the Words
Bright Tenderness
А Dream Entangled My Reality
I Ran
I Dream that I Disappear
The Word Is Our Destiny Deserved
Sorceries and Witchcraft
Remember

Bright tenderness
runs through
my every tiny atom.
I have no hair
but blossoming herbs
I have no eyes
but sunlight cobwebs.
Perhaps that is why
the world seems
shinier than
the horn of a silky unicorn.
I see you
on the other side
of a small water drop
glowingly you lullaby
in the lap of a white lotus
keeping our secrets
under the shade of the lake.

AuthorElizabeta Drakulovska
2018-08-21T17:23:16+00:00 April 16th, 2006|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 47|0 Comments