Orpheus looking back
He turned to Her and She revived.
She's fallen asleep over my song.
Did she want me to stay in love
and unborn? Prophecies
came from light like the combined voice of cockerels.
Was it the snowdrop nurtured by the snows,
as I within myself counted the waves?
I searched for you.
I roamed. I roamed.
No
There is no death.
Heaven is innocent.
(Radovan Pavlovski)
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