Damned Poem by Zaklina FilipovaSvekjarovska Macedonian

I've send my shadow around the world to seek me

under wood and under stones, in the eyes and on the lips,

into imagined dreams, in other's people lives

in the mouse's hole and in the bear pit

And still standing on my own doorstep

and I'm afraid to knock at the gate

I do not know is there anyone to open the door?

And the time is a river, it's knot of water

it tangle and disentangle again and again

you cannot keep it even when,

with madly hope, hold out hands to the waves

and all sins thrown through the water

welcoming you as corpses of the drowned

on the banks of the future...

I've send my shadow in the world to seek for me

and do not know

how would we recognize each other if we meet

because do not know whether I had sent it

or I leave it to waits here, at the threshold?