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Lake
- for giving...

each dawn she gathers

flowers

 

goldenlangur

 

flowers -

petals open one by one

so does your heart

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Aleksandra

Hello goldenlangur. This is old traditional song. This song sings a lot of our singers and the origin sings the old singer - now dead Nikola Badev, and I must note that he is from my region - Kavadarci. The song tells how the girl Biljana whitening the linen on fountain of Ohrid lake and at the moment showed up the vintners and she asks from them to be careful of her linen because that linen is for giving to her parents in low for one day when she gonna get marriage. And they are saying to her, if they stepped the linen, they will pay with beautiful wine. But she ask not the wine , but the boy who ride the caravan.

 

So this song is for love, for ones who fall in love, marriage etc.

We have tradition to prepare the girls before they get marriage, ok that was more present in the past, now it is changing , but the folklore, the tradition, the songs live forever.

 

Here is the LINKwith the origin voice.

 

Glad you like it golden.

 

flowers

in her eyes

can't die ever

 

Aleksandra


The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau

History of Macedonia

 

 

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Aleksandra

Ok sorry probably me and Lake posted at same time. It is ok go ahead with Lake's poem

flowers -

petals open one by one

so does your heart

 

Sorry Lake icon_smile.gif it is happening

 

Aleksandra


The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau

History of Macedonia

 

 

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goldenlangur

so does your heart

can't die ever

when spring is here!

 

Using both your excellent last lines, Lake and Aleksandra icon_biggrin.png

 

Thank you Aleksandra for the link - the voice is beautiful. I've downloaded it.

 

goldenlangur


goldenlangur

 

 

Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying.

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Aleksandra

I am pleased that you did that goldenlangur icon_smile.gif

 

Aleksandra


The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau

History of Macedonia

 

 

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Aleksandra
so does your heart

can't die ever

when spring is here!

 

I love your haiku

 

when spring is here!

my icebergs

do not melt


The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau

History of Macedonia

 

 

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tonyv

when spring is here!

my icebergs

do not melt

 

Do not melt

like chocolate in my mouth,

leftover snow.


Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic

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Lake
Do not melt

like chocolate in my mouth,

leftover snow.

 

leftover snow

gives way -

new grass

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goldenlangur
leftover snow

gives way -

new grass

 

new grass

bends in

spring frost


goldenlangur

 

 

Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying.

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Aleksandra
new grass

bends in

spring frost

 

spring frost

bloomed the flowers

without beauty.


The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau

History of Macedonia

 

 

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goldenlangur
spring frost

bloomed the flowers

without beauty.

 

without beauty -

a glacier lake

with tourist boats


goldenlangur

 

 

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Lake
without beauty -

a glacier lake

with tourist boats

 

with tourist boats

sea lions swim along

the moon rises

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Aleksandra
with tourist boats

sea lions swim along

the moon rises

 

 

the moon rises

I pray in the night

my eyes hurts


The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau

History of Macedonia

 

 

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goldenlangur
the moon rises

I pray in the night

my eyes hurts

 

my eyes hurt-

the red sun

on the robin's breast

 

goldenlangur


goldenlangur

 

 

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Larsen M. Callirhoe

on the robin's breast

lies a youngin

ready to take flight


Larsen M. Callirhoe

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goldenlangur
on the robin's breast

lies a youngin

ready to take flight

 

 

ready to take flight

by the light of the new moon -

our dreams

 

 

goldenlangur


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Aleksandra
ready to take flight

by the light of the new moon -

our dreams

 

 

goldenlangur

 

our dreams

caged in a sin

the life is sinful

 

Aleksandra


The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau

History of Macedonia

 

 

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goldenlangur
our dreams

caged in a sin

the life is sinful

 

Aleksandra

 

the life is sinful

without soul -

what hope?


goldenlangur

 

 

Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying.

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Aleksandra
our dreams

caged in a sin

the life is sinful

 

Aleksandra

 

the life is sinful

without soul -

what hope?

 

what hope?

without victims?

hurts a lot


The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau

History of Macedonia

 

 

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goldenlangur
what hope?

without victims?

hurts a lot

 

hurts a lot

your silence -

all these years


goldenlangur

 

 

Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying.

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goldenlangur
all these years

each dawn's radience

wakes a new hope

-----------~~tink

 

wakes a new hope -

on the wings of nesting birds

spring


goldenlangur

 

 

Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying.

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Aleksandra
wakes a new hope -

on the wings of nesting birds

spring

 

 

spring,

when Karma dreams

she smiles


The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau

History of Macedonia

 

 

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goldenlangur
spring,

when Karma dreams

she smiles

 

A lovely thought and image, Aleksandra icon_smile.gif

 

she smiles -

he searches for his mobile

in the snow icon_wink.gif

 

 

goldenlangur


goldenlangur

 

 

Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying.

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summayya

in the snow

the olive tree --

sun rises.

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