Death of the Mountain

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Death of the Mountain

Voicing the Heights
Death of the Mountain
Sower. Flower

I never know
where the sun will rise
so I wander
through deserts
with praises and complaints

I stole the fire
and gave it to the people
and only for an instance
I felt fear

then instead in Tartarus
I heard at daybreak
a Mighty Song from the First Rooster
which brought me salvation
because before me
Rose a Mountain
for me

AuthorJanko Ninov
2018-08-21T17:23:56+00:00 January 1st, 2000|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 12|0 Comments