Fine

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

dreams spilling.

I let a fresh landscape flow through enamel
gutters like evil blood through the veins
of the world. then
I recover it again. like a face plated in silver,
like violet veils covering teary eyes, like

soft skin defying darkness.

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