Tell me by Stanka Parusheva traslated by Ann Wood
Tell me that not everything is lost.Lost me if I should at this hour.
I do not want to believe yet,
that the best,
is behind us.
When he looked in the mirror in the morning,
my image is marked with a cross.
But my heart does not want to believe,
that the best,
is behind us.
Last experience let's do,
to resurrect the bent shrub.
In the winter the confidence to warm us,
let's do the best,
to remain behind us.
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2017-12-13 at 08:19
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