Perefraza by Ivan Nikolov traslated by Ann Wood
Perefraza by Ivan NikolovSome day, though late,
you will find with surprise,
that the grass where you stepped
she is green again and young.
You'll catch me by the hand
and we will go early, early
to the lost time -
past unlearned.
Above our heads they will flush
birds with wings transparent.
How long will we stay?
sincere and unambiguous?
We already know how I grow up
every gift given to us.
Youth does not return -
young people do not know.
Night wind will still wander
above the ripened fields,
and your hand worrying,
my hand will go.
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2019-01-30 at 20:59
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