Posted by: bogpan | февруари 13, 2018


or lecture on the lost

how fast we surrender
at the thought
tomorrow’s shadow
covers us up
but we had set off from the place
not existing on the maps
from a shore like a pigeon
we kiss the eyelids of the dead
but those ones in the mirror we don’t dare
and we drown in our voices
till Marathon is an attack
of a heart
but who will be the messenger
for us

the betrayers




  1. Greatly penned poem with deep meanings. 🙂

  2. Thank you so much for these words! You are welcome!

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