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The Voice of One Crying

“The voice of One crying in the desert speaks:
Marko, 1.3:
Isaiah, 40:3;


And here The One is coming…

A child in this winter
or in some other one
in the pound is drawing.
The water accepts everything,
forgets, washes up.
A name and a voice.
The voice leaves hunger.
Feeds up – the name.
The water everything forgets.

Carve me out of fire! 

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  1. Date: 12/22/2012 7:25:00 PM

    If you are carved of fire, will the water wash you away?? Interesting metaphors.

  1. Date: 5/3/2011 6:12:00 AM

    I enjoyed reading your wonderful poetry this morning Bozhidar. I will be back again soon to read more. May the sun shine down on you and bring great joy to your life now and always. Love, Carol