When wingless angel dies by Amb. Dr. Ljubomir Mihajlovski
Imprint of the soul,
filled with silence of ever-pain and welfare,
imprint longing for the bravest achievements
nothing less than courage in the unique life’s paths.
Dedicated to Koffi Anan’s soul
When someone dies,
the body goes but the soul stays.
Death only shows faces glowing with burden
and it owns their deeply distorted expressions.
Some kind of burden that craves to be perceived and apprehended
so it can no longer reflect burden.
Imprint of the soul,
filled with silence of ever-pain and welfare,
imprint longing for the bravest achievements
nothing less than courage in the unique life’s paths.
Soul arises from places unthinkable of exploring.
Soul that created world,
world taken from the depths of reality
while in the same time alien to reality.
Soul with need
to establish some kind of peace
and order in the chaotic every-day.
Soul with tranquility of simple splendor,
unnatural for the restlessness of our time.
Soul with sight and smile as hope
for a better world fulfilled with love and peace.
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