Kirila Cvetkovska Poems

I praise you in the midst of a troubled epoch.
While praising conjures upon loving.
And loving settles upon thirst.
I praise you in the midst
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As the sunbeam hits your face.
As too many breaths hidden behind a bus seat.
As a glance through the bus window
in early mornings of border control.
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You with the rising star on your forehead,
where have you been all along the way?
Crouching on boulevards of stomped redemption,
inhaling nuances of lost causes,
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Little Venus told me that there's nothing to say.
Only a marble brick with names engraved to stay.
And watch over towers of longing with deep regrets.
Placing lame excuses for generations up front.
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