Poems by Marija Najthefer Popov
My Eyes
Don’t look in me!
A hidden cuckoo’s nest
Nor the rock under which
Poisonous snakes have curled up…
Spider webs in my soul,
I don’t weave my own thoughts.
There is none in me, weapons of the killer
No arrow dipped in poison,
So you are looking in vain!
All that I am, am in my clear.
You peep into my eyes with yours,
No hiding place there is,
They are transparent green,
Unfathomably deep,
Look into them with your eyes,
They are the bottom of my soul,
You can see everything there,
None else is there, but only you.
