Wednesday, April 4, 2018

Poem: 'Demons’ gathering' by Natasa Nikolic

Demons’ gathering
By Natasa Nikolic

The choirs singing at the end of the world
Facing me at the foot of the barren mountain
Their sound lift me up to the sun, gradually
The dark blue of their cloaks mirrors the sky

Beautiful words make a beautiful fall
Scarring scenes light up my night-time
Flapping wings save those who hear them
Birds flying over the graves, wings weeping
I slightly open my dark eyes, it’s too bright
Let me only sleep for as long as I need it

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