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

To G.

Sorceries and witchcraft
you don’t need them
to bewitch me with wonders
to subdue me with a magic word
to turn me into dust of feelings
you make in peace
you spice with silence
the thing that is inside you
the thing that fits you most
While I can’t find a word that fits
enough to make this verse for you.

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