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 faith is lifted by
the old cities, reflections of the offspring,
through a long history.
I look at the frescoes of the forgotten cherubim,
layers of time settled down in my soul,
stone carved by cursed
captured in creasy hiding game.
They strike the hammer
crumbling the salt for new beginning;
the word is great thing,
because everything begins that way:
with spirit
desire
And that, what the bright call character.

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