Call
When you don't
give me love,
I am a desert.
When your voice
is gone,
I am a silence
When your eyes
are gone,
I am in the
dark.
Come back,
to bloom again,
come back,
to dawn again,
come back,
to smile again.
You Are
You are my tear
shed in four walls,
restless
butterfly in my womb,
a look I can't
hide,
a song I write
late at night,
a gentle breeze
caressing my face,
a secret that I
hide from everyone,
unanswered
questions,
a book that I
want to read again and again,
a shaky hand,
forbidden apple,
a shadow that
walks after me
a name I dare
not
to say it out
loud
my first spark
in my eyes
and my last
stop.
The Poet
Quiet night,
filled with many
stars in the sky,
my thoughts to
you
who knows how
many times already,
they lead me again.
I can't you
don't give me
tonight, I close
my eyes,
I can't sleep
like you.
I get out of
bed,
I sit on a chair
with bloodshot
eyes
thirsty for
sleep.
I put a white
paper in front of me,
I love through
poems
to call you,
through verses
to make it easier for me
at least to
throw everything out for a while.
It's already
midnight,
my body is
tired,
I'm still
sitting awake,
I draw on white
paper,
here I leave my
soul
on these white
pages
my destiny is
written.
MARINA DODEVSKA
MARINA DODEVSKA: (1998, Kriva
Palanka, Macedonia), is a student at the Faculty of Computer Science and
Engineering in Skopje, a poetess, and a journalist. Her poetry has been
translated into English, Bulgarian, Serbian, and French. She is the winner of
numerous prizes for poetry and prose in Macedonia and abroad.
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