Sanja Atanasovska Poems

One day we will meet

with a dose of doubt and disbelief
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Where red and yellow are

I'm there too
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We played tango on uneven ground
and with the face of my heel
we trampled on the house of valuable ants.
Time made silver circles
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It darkens me in the glass garden,

from the marriage of the rose and the hyacinth
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When the music is boring
when I will not have the strength to express myself magically
the sky will break
the moon will be left homeless
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A cloud fell in the vineyard

one man was talking to himself
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The night is poor

there is only quiet music.
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My country is dying.
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In the dream

a unicorn touches my hand
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In love and disarmed to the point of pain

I surrender to you
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