Hasan Haskovic Poems
- Past Midnight Yes, it is silence The dark horseman He who ...
- Heads Held High The whips of slavers are the supposed ...
- Time Not Wasted It's not deliberate Merely common ...
- Love Forbidden Petals crimson Crowning the red rose Were ...
- My Childhood At first there was light The voice of ...
- Lack Of Change Never really sought answers Never really gave...
- A Thousand Dreams They become another excuse These ...
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Yes, it is silence
The dark horseman
He who plagues the night
He who haunts and he who taunts
Before escaping the rays of morning light
Where does he hide away
During the long hours in between
Does he curse the birth of a new day
Or does he simply remain silent
For is there something he can say?
I rather believe
That even he did not wish to turn this way
But there is steam in the soul
Which through his ebon gleam can not ebb away
Run away another day
To some place far
Where you can stay
'till the headlights die
And the highways...