In The Glass Garden Poem by Sanja Atanasovska
In The Glass Garden
It darkens me in the glass garden,
from the marriage of the rose and the hyacinth
a snowdrop was born.
In a barrel of wine
they threw me into space
between the sun and the moon,
silently I reaped the stars.
They brought me back alive
to grow old in a greenhouse,
and not to be afraid of bad people,
because I have one dying
and poetry for nine lives.
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