Monday, March 20, 2023

Poem: "V" by Nataska Nikolic

Nataska Nikolic

When I hear a hoarse voice
A wind blows and a shiver
Runs through, deep, soft tissue

Your look of coal is reeling in
The sighs of this world
Set right, by the light

And I raise my hand
A swing of the glass
My inspirations spills
Onto your needless skin

This time is coming to an end
My pen has stopped writing
Its ink no longer flowing

Although my ears still hear the word
Skin reacts to the sound
Of your silky voice that smears all over

I’ll paint your world with colours
Step into my light
I’ll paint your world with colours
with my wavy, red hair

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