Sadness Poem by Sanja Atanasovska

Sadness



I shifted my breath

in your sigh.



That was the end of it

and the beginning of the beginning.



While I regretted my youth

my ax fell in honey.



When we met

how much love is left

in cubic meters of air?



I'm sorry I forbade you to be silent

and what of the ugly duckling

I wanted to make a swan.

Sunday, March 27, 2022
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