are you embracing mountains within me, each swallowed three suns upon sunset
a flock of longing birds up high, leaves a grain of spring to eyes
seeing again, that white painting, our hands in tenderness, sketch out a swan
and in the shadow of the beak, a broken off scream of solitude, lies hidden
* * *
*It is with great honor and excitement that I introduce to you, this gem of an author from Bulgaria, my native country… Without further ado, I present you * tearfly * and her wonderful work, translated to you with care reserved for my highest standards...
Jan 31, 2018
Jan 31, 2018 at 5:46 PM UTC
are you embracing mountains within me, each swallowed three suns upon sunset
a flock of longing birds up high, leaves a grain of spring to eyes
seeing again, that white painting, our hands in tenderness, sketch out a swan
and in the shadow of the beak, a broken off scream of solitude, lies hidden
* * *
*It is with great honor and excitement that I introduce to you, this gem of an author from Bulgaria, my native country… Without further ado, I present you * tearfly * and her wonderful work, translated to you with care reserved for my highest standards...
Отключено за всичките слънца
прегръщаш ли във мене планините преглътнали по три слънца при залез
копнеещи в небето ято птици оставят на очите зрънце пролет
прогледнали за бялата рисунка ръцете ни рисуват с нежност лебед
а в сянката на човката се крие един откъртен писък единение