The Three Trees Poem by Aleksandar Sasha Trajkovski

Do you look at trees,
or their intoxicating odor,
attracted me more,
remained an unanswered question,
throughlongtime,
ineternal silence of unbroken silence.
Those enigmas of pleasure are miraculous,
so tempting,
as childish infatuations with greatest passion.
From my character as a whole,
wandering home on hot asphalt,
boiledmost inexperienced,
impatient part.
With tired eyes and eyelids with shadows,
I hallucinated ghosts,
on the trees greenish and thin.
And slowly inexplicable gripped me,
and an increasingly mystical feeling,
always different and new,
which is not described in an appropriate word.
Just to see my three trees,
so colorful, luminous and fragrant...
Smell of linden blossoms,
carried me so I do not get lost,
and like metheopath with weather changes
I dealt with surge of memories.
Just to see my three trees,
those strange mysteries of delight and passion.
I wandered consciously on the hot road,
on the path I chose as a child,
and a pack of dogs followed me,
from the park I gathered.
After passing the famous Gradcheto Pejton,
and a few small alleys,
I was surprised by the trees growing and straight.
Shy and curious,
with the twigs hiding in each other,
and the dogs next to me were hysterically barked.
Just to see my three trees,
they are primordial and holy,
natural features.
And when I am far from my homeland,
will keep them proud forever,
memory of me and my legacy.