The man love by Denislav Valkov traslated by Ann WoodThe man's love is like a trail. On both sides there are many flowers. As he walks along, he tears the ones he likes best, collecting a bouquet to give his last love. Every flower on his way is an experience. When he presents the bouquet, he gives his whole experience to the only one. For other eyes, she was and will be just a flower, but for her it is a woman! When she gathers flowers, she falls in love when she gives them, loves ...
Poetry by antoniya katelieva-wood
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Written on 2017-11-26 at 11:47
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