Harmony by Stanka Parusheva traslated by Ann Wood
HarmonyI do not expect harmony,
as a cloud shadow,
to cover my life.
It would be unnatural
among chaos,
I have had my days to the bottom.
As a vain prostitute,
dressed in blue with white drops,
my soul is from the dark corners
of loneliness and windlessness
and exposes his beauties.
Though it is cruel to go naked,
in front of the thirsty crowd.
Sama, without anyone's coercion,
she seeks for perfection.
And I keep saying,
There is something else, another ...
As long as the arrows stop
in the clock.
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2017-12-14 at 03:48
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