Bitola AngelMarch 28, 2018 in Macedonia ⋅ ⛅ 11 °C
The devils of my soul...have gone
But angels haven't come.
The blessing condescends upon
My head...and leaves me numb.
The silence breaks into a storm
With heartbeat overwhelmed.
The ice in soul became so warm
And ultimately melt.
The quietude has been disturbed
With nothing in return.
At least not yet. Though tiny bird
Seems very soon be born.Read more