Gallop Poem by Kirila Cvetkovska

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,
racing through hearts
with whom you've built a hundred Babylonian towers.

The feet burning red from fatigue
while climbing the stairs,
spilling another pack of rage,
another day packed with the love
stuck in your compartment of misunderstandings.
Misunderstood for a day.
Turned into a year along the way.
Another May.
Slay them desires, oh slay.