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Polar Muse
my museshe’s smiling at mesmiling, but still hidingshe’s fast on her feet sometimes she’s sittingup there in april’s treesplucking lilac blossomsthrowing them at me a rain of sweetnesslike honey on my lipsshe’s painting in the skywith cloudy fingertips and the pictures she’s paintinglook like worlds far from oursshe keeps me dreaming with her whispersbrushes my…
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Message to Her
Makedonijo, vecna Makedonijo Slowly,I must begin to say goodbye to you. Strong winds of your streets,the sun burning high in the sky, they allow me to finda quiet gratitude inside me. Gratitude for your people, whose hospitality is second to none, and which I came to love deeply. Gratitude for Romani songs, and melody from the towers of mosques, that woke…
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reflections
All these mirrors around me reflecting what’s inside. These parts I wish to hide. All these mirrors around me, reflecting. Magnify. All these people around reflecting me. These fears of being left behind. I go. One step at a time. Knowing that the competition is only imaginary, the thoughts are loud. I sit. Observe. Let…
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Behind the bars of society
When a casual and mostly even as “fun” categorized activity turns out to become an earnest evaluation of a time, you know with quite some certainty that you are reading a poem from Rainer Maria Rilke. In one of his most well-known poems, “The Panther”, written between 1902 and 1903 Rilke performs precisely this brilliant…
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on courage
I think of infinitieswith a coffee in my hand countless scenariosof the day, theatre in my mindI think of time passed, of time to comemy thoughts, colliding like atomsbreaking apart,a part of me breakseverytime I think of possibilities, with a coffee in my handI think of infinities, and in some of themI am brave. Lukáš…
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what is a home
what is a home a place a feeling a person holding a space where you can dream freely where being alone doesn’t feel lonely where I can rest my head someone told me it’s okay to wanderto keep the question in the air am I there? yet I foundthat making a home out of my own…
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Shall We Try?
Come and see what’s there,Come, look at yourself in the mirror,You won’t find the same feeling in the person you leave behind,Come and see what’s there. Though I may call myself a wanderer,Even if you tell yourself lies,Even if I say I’d do anything for you,What will remain in my hand is a thought, a…
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Your Haiku
What is a Haiku?A poem without rhymes, consisting of 17 syllables. Arranged in lines of 5, 7, and 5 syllables. OrginThe haiku originates from Japan, is around 500 years old. It developed from an original chain poem with a 36-link structure. МесечинатаМе гледа меко, тивкоМи праќа (сон)це @ewelinachanska Temporariness –winter came and changed the worldfleeting, yet…
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Naked Truths
I woke up and realized that’s all I wanted. To wake up next to you every single day. I could swear you’ve read my mind. You did not even wait for a good morning. You’ve asked me, with the most beautiful smile and the sincerest voice “move in with me”. You did not even ask…
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Spark
Look, It’s sparking sparking like a kids’ videogame display, like a sunray reflection through your window in May, like your soul that got hugged that day, like a free bird on her way, do not obscure me with your mindless chain, oh, it’s going insane. Mario Petrovski
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I’ll always remember us that way
Why do we always realize how much someone loved us, way too late? I had a treasure in front of me all this time. A real man. A real love. The only love that someone can ask for. I let it go. I will never forget his words: “I believed you were the one”, “Can…
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