Tadej Blažic Poems

Here we are, amidst the roaring chaos,
amidst the turmoil of a sanguine sea
where lightning strikes furiously across
encumbering clouds of serenity.
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Bring me dawn, soft like the first breath of Spring.
Bring me dusk, brisk like the Morning's fresh cry,
like the Ocean's spray caressing my skin.
Bring me voice, shaped into a lullaby,
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There, where the roots of ancient willows clasp the Kings of Soil,
Here, where Seraphims perch on branches, born from broken skies,
where Lust fuels the pyres of perished mortal coils,
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Ah, let come this stifling breeze now to ye all!
Such sweet sap envelops my every pore,
Shall I await for the ever fresh rainfall?
For I fear the amber of daylight no more.
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For lost I am in my dreams of terror
- ring the bells of ghastly churches made
of iron! And flee the nightly tremor
from memories of children at play.
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A soldier lain in pools of blood,
A soldier of no name,
A dying soul face down in mud,
His mercy is to blame.
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