Aleksandar Sasha Trajkovski Poems

My language,
is relic of my world,
my lend divine,
fact undeniable of my existence,
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In the temptations of hostage
of ghosts and darkness black,
you were the only one next to me,
my halo shiny,
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Do you look at trees,
or their intoxicating odor,
attracted me more,
remained an unanswered question,
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'City of Consuls' in winter under moon,
is like a saint in white in front of an altar,
from church half-lit.
Snowy winter soaked Bell tower,
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Morning after death,
always a little mystical and unknown...
A light that shone to death,
light eternal after death.
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Guests uninvited,
nested slowly were leaving the houses,
guessingbad for them,
and for us cold days of winter.
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Dawn brazenly hanging over nature sleepy,
of the golden hue of Pelagonija,
fortune teller was the sun sweet,
prophesied delight and heavenly authority.
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Candles were drowning in liquid wax.
Fire was burning the charcoal half-decomposed.
Portraits on the wall,
were the only diversity,
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Skepticism sad,
lack of faith and presence of greed,
spread around agnostics,
suffocating them in their immoral essences.
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Dark clouds hung over you,
and few flee.
You have been beaten by your own,
no one around greets,
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