Vladimir Marku Poems

When I undo my shoe laces
The first rooster bids me to sleep.

Moon in the wedding dress in my bed
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She was an after-rain rainbow
With a childish joy I embraced

It burnt me into ashes
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We are different worlds
In different ways, Cohen
I'm nothing like you, voice wise
But when you sing, my friend
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The flying Dutch does not call at ports
A phantom roaming over ancient wrinkled seas
Loaded with souls crying for help
Cries which push the sails of the wicked Dutch.
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It's hard to find countryside tracks in cities
With the smell of straw, with the awesome smell of virginity
Where intertwined are the truths
The truths of the earth and universe.
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Everything switched to countdown
The alive were buried
The dead joyed in dancing.
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Covered in blood I am from the cynicism of people
As a morning greeting I get a stabbing from them.

Oh, it's people's way
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