Story

A flower that grows from the sky,

Through the Field of Sadness

conceived from the hero's blood

He lives forever.

A red drop through the stem scrapes him

Hot through space circling

In an empty forest with no ancestor or pre ancestor.

From the Dark Crown of the Mad Flower

A tower of New and the Old World grows.

The End

From Your Fairytale Beauty

The water is petrified at the spring

Smile screams

A soft shadow in the step moves.

Like a sound of soft wings will leave

A life that withers will fall into oblivion

Like the autumn leaves

The memories will live on.

The memory will remain with us

Will fall asleep like a secret

Time will take everything else

It's the way we live our lives.

A Kind Of Haiku

It's hidden behind

You can't see it

while spying.

That Hand

Caressing the beetles

From a river.

Saves 

Warm nest

For a singing bird.

On the arm

A Kiss Is Pressed

For the sake of happiness.

It's a beautiful tree

From somebody's shore

From the other side, it is seen.

BLAGICA STANOESKA

BLAGICA STANOESKA, 73 years old, retired. Writes poetry and prose. Presented in literary collections in Northern Macedonia, Croatia, Serbia, Bosnia and Herzegovina, Bulgaria and Russia.