My Love
My love,
whose luck are
you now
while I struggle
to sleep
whose hands
touch you
while mine long
for you.
My love,
who now prepares
you bitter coffee in the morning
while I imagine
you by my side,
whose voice
wishes you a nice day
while I wait for
you in the places we used to go.
My love,
with which you
will welcome old age
while I refuse
every outstretched hand,
my love, please
tell me
how to live
without you.
Autumn
It's getting
cold.
The day is
getting shorter.
The leaves leave
the branches.
The smell of tea
in pale hands.
An unfinished
adventure.
Autumn damn
reminds me of you.
Sun
I met you one
sunny October
day
from then on
there is always sunshine,
my soul was warm
and on the
coldest days,
even on the day
of
our parting had
a sunshine
I shed bitter
tears,
but that laughed
at me.
MARINA DODEVSKA
MARINA DODEVSKA (1998, Kriva
Palanka, Macedonia), is a Macedonian poetess. 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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