SUNRISE IS TRIPING UP
Don’t walk.
The bells of Atos are crying.
Forgive incorporeal me
with the wafer under my tongue
Because of I am looking for you for all time.
Under a horseshoe
There is a silent reflection.
In dry grass of The Saint Pantelemon
A knight pressed is tapping the floor
with a horseshoe.
The silente reflection is triping up
Eyes threaded a krizolit cross
With the contour of the monastic vestment wipe
My flooded cheek
Kiss the silente reflection. Don’t walk.
The poem that is painted on the silk present to the prayer
“Anisija is listening to the murmur of the Petrus”s grapevine
The bells are cying
The horse with the Moon in the sapas
On the long distance is tapping.
Author: Anisija Crepović
