Sasho Ognenovski Poems

was sitting and meditating
Flicking in her darkness.
I loved her so much.
She was looking to me limpid and treacherous.
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There, the nymph for the last time
Is meeting with the devil.
The sun rises high
The darkness is never riding it up.
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Everybody is having
A few goodness in his hand.
But that hand need to be bestrowed
That whole world to see it.
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Somebody ate this morning too…
Dry utterances of tenderness
Are merging in the breath of
The new sun's flick.
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It is a general feeling:
Everybody is crying, but do not know why.
Nobody is considering about anything
All looks are livid, lachrymose…
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Black old man in the black bundle
Is carrying something black.
Net in the eye of the fish.
Love in the hate and seek soul,
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How she is before she get in a rage?
Quiet, with five letters,
Livid, cold, warm,
Fast water,
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Olive tree by the lake
And the house of stone on the cloud.
Somebody is crying on the house's threshold,
Somebody is eating bitter olives.
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It is calling my tears,
My grass.

When I am talking with her, she is cruel,
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The crunch, step
And sharp look.
No place for conversation.
Fatal grasp with the hand
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