Crawling out of
her mouth
she left what
once was her.
the sun scorching
high up in the sky.
Her old self
shed on the naked rock
eye shells
mesmerized in
the eye of the lake.
skin skorching
amidst high hopes.
she left hers
on the steep rock.
I still keep yours on.
Labino Beach, Ohrid
August, 2012
August, 2012
Vezilka 
A wonderful metaphor. Enjoyed this very much.