Truth Be Told
If the truth be
told
is not that I am
alone
something that
bids me moans
but it’s your
sweet melodious tone
that lined the
sky with gold.
I look at the
crystal moon
She carries me
to you
carefully, not
too soon
as if there’s
more than She can do.
Deep in love am
I
so innocent, so
soft, so calm,
although this
feeling I can’t deny
it is that
thought my sorrow's balm.
Cheers
From my soul the
thirst rise
I take the glass
and I sigh
thou thee dost
not hear me.
Love comes in at
softening eye
comes through it
all the way
flying' through
the skies,
so I wrap my
soul in a rosy wreath
and cover our
distance
with a very air,
I breathe.
I lift the
glass, red-blooded wine
leave a kiss but
only in a cup
lips long parching,
ask a drink divine.
Oh how I would
rather change it
for thine juicy
nectar sup.
Wine comes in at
the mouth
till dawn to
kill the drouth…
In hope, you
thirsty might be
Here’s to you
and here’s to me!
Love Or Thrill
The thought
which blinds me still
was I love or
was I just a thrill...
in your autumn
tint of gold, I was taken
from lightning,
in the eye, I could not be awakened.
You captured me
unlike no other
and since, there
hasn’t been another.
Ah! Yet among
the winds I've strived,
deep into your
eyes, I’ve dive
to know, to
understand
why you held me
and then left my hand?!
I told you
trembling all my heart
you whispered:
we will never be apart.
And this one
thing I want to know still
damn, was I love
to you or just a thrill…
FROSINA TASEVSKA
FROSINA TASEVSKA was born in 1978 in
Shtip, Republic of North Macedonia. She completed her studies in the department
of English language and literature - Teaching direction. At the age of 38, she
published her first collection of poetry "Relic". She writes poetry
for both adults and children, haiku, and poetry in English. It publishes in
Macedonian periodicals and is represented in anthologies and electronic
collections. A collection of poetry: "Relic" – 2016. "Talking
whisper" – 2022
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