Best Poems Written by Tatjana Zivkovic

Nonword

the watery tree in between my domestically pale fingers

pulls down the strings 



deep silence of an acoustic guitar is melting

can't you resist looking at the haze

could you if you rise from curiousness 



one and only wind knows

how to mindly splend doors

then close the same



slippers breath

but the maze

has been forgotten 

by the polish fairytale my mother,

my non-word-honest mother

used to whisper

when boulevards were in shadows creep

however scares me no deep

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