събота, 1 октомври 2022 г.

Poetry by the editor. Dessy Tsvetkova

 Lessons


She was lovable,

she was hurly,

she was the face of joy.

Then situation became flamable,

she was fragile, 

she got scars that distroyed.


She almost gave up,

she was drowning,

then God gave her wings,

she got up,

she learned

that life is in growing...



Varna 22-09/22


***


Shaking leaves under the magic wind,

right before the sunset,

trees are sending wishes to eternity.

Messages of roots and past,

history and rituals,

passing through time

like endless legends.

Trees are staying stable, 

witnesses of battles,

pain, and screams,

and death... 

Guardians of secrets, love stories and epic spectacles of life.

The oldest creatures on Earth,

some like sequoias

a century old...

Today trees whisper,

like every other day,

to whom who can listen...


from "Wind whispers"


***


To Van Gogh Starry night


Hugging all the stars,

I jump happily almost flying.

The lillies georgeously opened towards the sky.

I smell the parfume of the air.

Only the sunflowers were sleeping

there,

waiting for the sunrise...

They do not know

that the sun is also a star...


27.09.22

***

The melody of your eyes

caresses my skin

as hummingbirds fly

to rose damasquin.

A few silver drops of laugh

jump at night.

Some sparks of our love 

recreate flight.

And shiny marble columns

are dancing 

under the shadows of the lamps.

Your presence is like an endless celebration,

how blessed I am to feel this moment.


12.09.21


***

Tu m'as dit ça,

c'est rare...

Comme c'est bizarre,

arrivè par hasard...

On le trouve également dans le monde pendant le brouillard.

l'amour est si rare

comme trouver

un diamant noir.


Dessy Tsvetkova

06.09.22




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