Courage
The time that has passed
writes a drop of
the history to the present.
Her binoculars
it is directed at the eternal questions
for the future...
It's like it's resonating
the silence of the walls through
the labyrinth of the soul.
Let her talk...
Because courage sometimes is only
the small voice that whispers:
the day that brings us,
fate cannot!
Me
And The Song
As the air passes
through the particles of night,
while the word makes its secrecy
and while the tear
shows its brilliance,
two souls tremble
in his utter ecstasy...
Mine and on the song.
Two
Minutes
Infinity in the eyes
it can easily be replaced
with endless conversations
for useless things.
The speed with which the images change,
rejects the possibility of
a return to the roots.
People forget
the fine dust on their shoes,
filling it in at the same time
every dark opening.
The torn feelings
are awakening the thought
hardened as a scar
upon the world that
spun his tale
every two minutes.
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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