by Izabella B.

A single word
With vast memory

Engulfed by
A progression of sentiment,
A procession of armies,
Unbound and unceasing.

What is eternity
But a man alone
Wishing upon an ocean
That reciprocates
The moon’s caress
And crushes
In the darkness
Of oblivious eyes.

What is inception
But a spirit
Longing to be born.

Izabella B. is an emerging part-time poet with a full-time job in a children’s charity. She was born in Skopje, Macedonia and is now based in Berlin. She is 25 years old and has a degree in political science and philosophy. So far she has two self-published projects: the poetry collection “Waves of Blue” and “Idle Minds” – a collaborative project with visual artist Monochrome Modern.

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