God Loves Poets
Here I am but you don’t see me
Because in the breath poet lives -I told you
And You
Want me next to you when you breathe me out
And you know that I am immortal
And I do not want to be
Nor will I be
And only this heart
In which God wanted only to rest a bit
to be the poet when bored to be God
And when it is complicated to him
To be wise in simplicity
this heart only
With two chambers for him in order to think there
And two under chambers for me to feel him
When with one lung wing
I am breathing life in and death with the other
And when sadly sometimes
I am breathing out immortality
Borce Panov
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem