Do not comprehend, do not look by Sis Ilieva traslated by Ann Wood
Do not comprehendDO NOT look ...
in my eyes, brown of sadness ...
Sit next to me! And just love me.
In silence. Without words. Just like this.
Do not ask about the paths that
I wore the tired legs ...
Do not make my pains hidden.
And who gave me what ... How many?
Do not! One heart remained,
which hurts me at night ...
My soul is a wound on a wound ...
And the words are most often arrows.
Do not comprehend me! I'll hide
in its deepest colors.
The green in your eyes will drink!
And black we'll divide it into two ...
When the blue of the days is over -
we will invent new heavens ...
I keep all sunsets in my eyes!
On hops smells my hair ...
But you do not comprehend! Touch me...
I will be myself! It will be me.
I'm going to be love this night No name ...
And tomorrow - I'll be lucky! About us...
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2017-12-15 at 12:14
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