Aleksandar Sasha Trajkovski

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Our two heroes
Like soldiers loyal and brave
Didn't fear the cruel duel
So, they started the scary fight
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The story for the sad nose,
little teary and moist,
starts usually morning every,
And on the end of
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ТАЖНОТО НОСЕ
Приказната за носето тажна,
а и по малку солзлива и влажна,
започнува обично секое утро,
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I don't miss anything!

Maybe your word a little and little time,
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An insatiable need is here
for resurrection of respect
and dignity toward individual,
piety with awe for everyone,
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Solitudes of death
or deadly solitudes…
I waited that morning to show,
like the morning before,
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Enough and I am done,
in hurry passes my time short.
Put a shield on my heart,
hurt, offended, bloody.
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Memories with desires unfulfilled and painful,
locked in the old wooden box,
and engraved with words on paper,
for mercy ask me very shyly,
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Was it in dream or reality…
confident in feat to reveal the unsolvable,
dream or reality seemingly unresolvable,
of my soul lead through highs steepand dark,
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Two lives,
On the road of love and passions uncounted,
Make two souls which burn,
and road between them defined with your love
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(You Do Not Have Right To Judge Me)

Ill from love and crushed from sorrow,
went on long journeys to find you,
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Cloudbursts come with the storm,
and from time to time destroy everything standing on their way…
I wait the rain in the angle of the street to stop,
but it rains heavily and without stopping…
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If you look for me outside of yourself,
you won't find nor the road I followed,
maybe just dust foggy
from monotony of my soul.
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Bad dream
and thought sad,
in night dark and moist.
The draft blows me,
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Years are in a gallop they pass quickly…
oh, how is short that string,
between life and death.
We can hardly enjoy the dawn
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Butterflies conceived like in game entropic,
attack the lips of yours not fresh.
With touches exotic,
I ask for a kiss my dear and
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Light candle on window
and say prayer,
nightingale in silent night will come,
to sing us in his song.
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(the best poetry is best written in moments of biggest sadness,
under influence of strongest emotion,
in the least silent mortal silence)
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Macedonian language,
is an source inexhaustible,
of ancient poetry Pelagic.
Recital theatrical on the world stage,
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