Game of the Shadows

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Game of the Shadows

Heaven’s Order
Dream
The Moment
Möbius Strip
Game of the Shadows
Twinkling
Poetry

In the eyes
of town
two houses
are in a hug
the little old house
like a mother
is expecting
to be buried
by the big one
every moment
Still
there are children
in both of the houses
who often lose in
the rooms
and passages
of the big house
and find
themselves
in the little old
that tells stories
about the fortress
on the hill
where
nobody lives
among town
twinkling

AuthorBorče Panov
2018-08-21T17:23:05+00:00 February 25th, 2008|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 58|0 Comments