Freedom

Freedom

freedom
4. soil. red.
our looks are homeless
the body remembers everything
departing from the temple
(empty)
border
house for migratory birds
home
signs

silence is learned in the womb.
n. madžirov

we make a house
from a chair
putting a thick blanket
over it.

we create a world
only for us,
there is nothing else,
only the silence
of our breathing.

2018-08-21T17:23:49+00:00 November 2nd, 2000|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 98|0 Comments