Borce Panov

Rookie (27.09.1967 / Radovish, Republic of Macedonia)

Rose Lachrymose Didn’t Know That Rose How Big In The Tower Of Tears She Blossomed To Me Stopped In The Middle Of The Sky The Rose Thought I Made A House Of Longing Open For Gentle - Poem by Borce Panov

Rose Lachrymose

Didn’t know that rose how big in the tower of tears
She blossomed to me
Stopped in the middle of the sky the rose thought
I made a house of longing open for gentleness’
With secret doors for dreams
Didn’t that rose know that into her house doubles live
And to whom she opens doors
And inside like a blind man she touches me with a scent
While she was often finding me lost from myself
And asking me if she had to keep any longer
I was watching through those hard tears
Like in a swirl unreachable between rocks and deaf
In the beginning and in the end of my time
And how you were looking at me with two eyes
While in the zenith of all my „I“ like one I was awakening
And red of love in the middle of the sky you were blossoming
Did that rose know that God is showing to us the way
To give her life with words
And with unlimited love and with no doubt to share her
O, did that rose know that what we lost long ago
Will come there where it’s supposed to be and to someone who will be able
To free her scent from the sky


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 8, 2011



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