Poems from agrozdanova
A grey spot with a glimpse of sorrow
Is where the child stood
and across the borders of yet
another path
The only essential thing
remains...
oh soldier,
do you cry at night?
do your tears,
splash
along the ground
you stand on,
my honorable soldier?
And make the soil rise high...
The merest of isolations
With the purity of a newborn soul
I glide through the woods,
sureptitiously,
As I allow the innocent melodies, ...
If all was good
who would slaughter the sheep
come Easter?
If all was good
there would be no need for prayer,
or the yen for miracle...
People pay fortunes
to get well
all it takes me is
some tea,
the sound of music which
leads my heart beat,
and candles,
that tickle my...