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May 2013
Tuck the shadows
of the old statues
(they stay quiet when you
speak to them).
And step between the boulders
which the water dragged up
this spring.
One thought almost caught
and it opened up
like a trout in the reef.
The movement inwards.
The movement outwards.
And the children throw
Flowers in the lake.

It’s so wonderful!
Bozhidar Pangelov
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Bozhidar Pangelov
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   Fragano Ledgister and st64
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