Eastern Night Ripens

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Eastern Night Ripens

A Fountain by the Road
A Waft of Prayer
Calm be the Hand of the Caresser
Noon Prayer
Eastern Night Ripens

Everything is the same under the tree

A woman is sleeping
Children are dreaming about large green balls

In the morning we shall open again
Because we are all written
In the book of life
And it is not alone that
We will fly a dragon kite
To the skies


L. Miloševska and M. Reid

AuthorBranko Cvetkoski
2018-08-21T17:23:59+00:00 February 1st, 1999|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 07|0 Comments