Golden Angels

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Golden Angels

The Ships of Possible Love…
It’s So Easy to Love a Stranger…
The Lies Soak Up…
Golden Angels…
She Is So Reticent…
Cuckoo Clock
It Is True…

The ships of possible love
Come behind the back of sea-line –
Slowly.
First one will touch the shore
The one who from his heart would throw out
Gathered caresses and hopes,
Wheat – in the salt waters,
And the thick silks – by the waves.
Bare, tormented, unarmed,
With the right to say: “I have
stones, and shadows, and the rain,
Springs, as sweet as kisses,
And the soil of wich the men are made.”

AuthorMarija Doneva
2018-08-21T17:22:43+00:00 September 21st, 2013|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 91|0 Comments