Golden Angels

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Golden Angels

The Ships of Possible Love…
It’s So Easy to Love a Stranger…
The Lies Soak Up…
Golden Angels…
She Is So Reticent…
Cuckoo Clock
It Is True…

The lies soak up
In the wardrobes, in the thresholds.
The small lies –
In the silver tea-spoons.
They hang over like operatic chandeliers
With countless crystal knifes.
Just a breath of frankness –
And this world would be devastated.
The Revelation and the Apocalypse
Are one and the same book.

AuthorMarija Doneva
2018-08-21T17:22:43+00:00 September 21st, 2013|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 91|0 Comments