неделя, 31 юли 2022 г.

3 poems by Dessy Tsvetkova, Bulgaria

 Calling out your name,

wind will send my call through hills.

Tender will deliver some caress again.

Whisper of a morning chill...

Calling out your name,

sunrise brings to you

the joy I feel...


💙*****


He was lost

in between

the hues

of shadows.

The road was leading

into bushy stones.

The legs 

were moving

mechanically.

Suddenly

the blue vast in front,

the end of the road.

He finally

found a shelter...


🌏*****


So quiet 

and simple

as my grandma's hut.

Life goes slowly, 

cute dimple,

and a smiley earth...


🌐****




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