Fine

Fine
Delirium
Stairway
The Box
Winter Budding
Glitter
Bath
Moonshine
Love
The Fall of Paradise

my eyes in love with and glued to
the brown celestial branch on the TV screen.

And:
if
I wear the white silk
why do you throw me a handful of rotten cherries

like seeds of Great Oblivion

AuthorVera Čejkovska
2018-08-21T17:23:40+00:00 March 1st, 2002|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 25|0 Comments