The Muse

(An International Journal of Poetry)

ISSN 2249 –2178


Volume-3                                                      DECEMBER -2013                                           Number-2


Once I were sitting on the same table with a true surrealist

                                                                                                                                          by Zvonko Taneski


He were telling me

About the voice of the blood

About the reflections of the wind

About the agitated muses

About the stones that burn

At the same time his eyes were closed

And breathed rapidly


I listened to him carefully

Without blinking my eyes

And in spite of the fact that

He made my flesh crawled