Tatjana Debeljački TO FORGIVNESS This is not the puzzle, The tree of life, Model of perfection, Diary of chronicles, Sullen neighbour, Short shower of rain, Flower of oblivion, Slim willow tree. Wake up you Sleepy butterfly Startled by emergency, You coward! You left the elysian peacock to me, Like an arrow, straight into my heart. In the glass – half full of wine, The storm of silent words... Short break is your night, Rhymes are blossom. Sour, sweet, You the enchantment. To-uncaring Lost in the grey loneliness. Cognition intruder – rustling from the mind. Unclear thread, passionate, cruel, is awaken. The fruit is not conspiracy. The lunatic, genius of silence! Get closer to the unspoken. The analysis of reason- slavery! During walking, visible shame! Exciting autonomy, Opened door, the windows, Draft! In the mist the stairways Leading to heaven. Paralyzed conscience, Portable mirror. In the plural against the fluency, Conducting, behavior, And admit the guilt. The line connecting, The road to the spacecraft. We walk on by in dishonor. Bronze woman, Brass man!!!
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