The Return of the Defeated

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The Return of the Defeated

That Man in the Mirror
The Roses on Aksya"s Fingers
My Father Ulysses
The Return of the Defeated
An Encounter with а Snake
The Departure of the Eels
Near to Death Near to Life

You are the real wisdom
or the exciting betrayal
the fear and the subtle embroidery.
Your coldness took away the colours of the grass
when you passed through it meandering.

I wanted to move aside from your path
But where does a path lead
if our intention is not with it?

In no way can I place
my fear in a decent smile.

AuthorSrbo Ivanovski
2018-08-21T17:23:41+00:00 November 1st, 2001|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 23|0 Comments