Call
The forgotten letters
in the voices of nightingales
only at night they know the way to
the infinity that ends.
Their vibration stands as
word stuck in throat
which has been waiting since the time of
the flames.
Thirst can be quenched only by a quivering
desire
he counts his feathers
before it was revealed.
Among the unspoken words
and the dream, the whisper rests.
Let him go to
the beginning of the night because
then he tells the words
what the heart writes...
Countdown
Restlessness always comes
after the thunderstorms,
like the silence after a torrent.
When the branches are cut,
the weight hurts the most
under which they are enveloped
the feet that go to their home.
In this century,
facing downhill
most of the time the direction changes
with the wind.
It counts down the time relentlessly
just as
man hates every mistake
what life has done to him.
A
Mirror
Between silence and thoughts
there is a mirror.
His reflection testifies to
journey through storms, through fires,
through ruins...
Waiting is an opportunity that
the look gives it away.
Hoping, you lose
the sense of moving
in some other world
where the thunderstorms
foreshadow the downpour
and then reign
silence that washes away your thoughts...
Between silence and thoughts
there is a mirror,
as pure as it gets
the silence is loud!
LIDIA RAZMOSKA TRIMOVSKA
LIDIA RAZMOSKA
TRIMOVSKA
was born in 1982 in Ohrid, Macedonia.
She started her journey in the world of literature in her high school
days. Writes poetry, short stories,
essays and book reviews. Her poetry has
been published in various magazines. She
has won awards at literary competitions.
She was a member of the literary clubs from Ohrid and Skopje, and was
actively involved in radio guidance and literary presentations. She is the author of the collection of poems
"Lake Sigh". She is an editor and presenter on the blog
"Firefly" (Светулка) on Facebook, where in addition to her works, she
publishes works by other authors. She lives and works in Skopje, Macedonia.
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