GOODNESS by Petya Dubarova traslated by Ann WoodSometimes I'm so good,
that all I'm tingling and hurting.
And my veins, entangled in a forest,
they are looking for a new, noble name.
Sometimes I'm so good! ...
And he hides me in his cheeks
he looks for me and my hands find me!
Sometimes I'm as honey as honey.
Then bright lips love me.
Sometimes I'm a golden sunflower,
beautiful as the head of a girl.
Sometimes I'm white and good.
How seldom I happen to be white!
then I want a dream to order
to everyone. And your love all
to break into pieces of glass,
to burst and good hands to heat up.
And she gave juice to some stem,
to keep my secret that I live!
Poetry by antoniya katelieva-wood
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Written on 2017-11-14 at 00:16
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