Distant Snows Poem by Sasho Ognenovski

Distant Snows



The noon still can not
Calm down the spirits.
The evil flesh of the sun
Is lowering this dark cloud until the infinity.
The old smile is crying
After the new invasion of tears.
I do not know…
Maybe I should rise the head
If there were not those snows
Which successed to strangle me
And now I am praying for mercy
On every altar.

Monday, July 31, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: nature walks
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Sasho Ognenovski

Sasho Ognenovski

Bitola, Macedonia
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