Heavenly River

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Heavenly River

Heavenly River
A Poem for the Black Brother
Interior Dialogue
Midnight Thought

Translated by: Zoran Ančevski

A trickle from the heavenly river
flows also through my soul,
I still feel its freshness,
but hear less its sound.
At times it even seems
that it fell silent
and that the sparse water dried out.
Then, before the end,
before the dire drought and desolation
Terror shocks me.

AuthorBlaže Koneski
2018-08-21T17:23:42+00:00 October 1st, 2001|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 22|0 Comments