Light Of The Word Poem by Zaklina FilipovaSvekjarovska Macedonian

While large droplets of broken sky
wrecks over my head, leaf by leaf
I tear the dreams of myself,
undress them like too tight shirt...
Remained to tremble in the rain
friable and fragile... And to sink...
Deep inside me, like a lost river
concealed looming large water-
undermine me like a riverbank
without trees
Shady whirls are carrying me until,
wave by wave, I start to germinate
so I can to begin once more
like a spring water
dressed in the light of the Word