Stefan Markovski Poems

April comes slowly
calmly, gently, powerfully
getting into time
when the only arabesques
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Under an iridescent rainbow of spices
shipwrecking through the air
under the eaves of Andromeda
awaits a portal
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The roads are hugged by branchless Christmas trees
A beam cuts them like scalpel and gives
the morning summerly autumn to the squirrels
the natural hair of the street clown has whitened from too much fun
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Parish of the metawisdom and my step into
an empty temple, which takes the fire out of the desires
full of air to burn the candles that carry a blessing
Through a redhot smile, my cheeks touch my anger
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I draw your smile
with the blood of some distant memories
- Almost reality it is.
Through tears and kisses
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Exhaustion is a time not passing,
be patient and leave, it could be that
you'll taste natural paradises again,
you extinguish by a prayer mortals, hasting
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The wind of catatonic truths fills the sails
of a boat rushing to dissolve in the skies
made out of cosmic powder of the Mariana Trench
ghosts exist only if they fit in the pupils dilated by darkness
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