I carry my cross by Albena Ivancheva traslaated by Ann Wood
I carry my cross. Do not ask me how muchyears ago. Counting is not enough for you.
I saw joy. Happiness, pain,
how much. Wash them time ...
I've been through life like this:
Let everyone take, much.
I did not ask for a hug. I did not rely on glory.
But I gave away stars, laughter and love ...
I scattered in the wind like a dust,
I have created endless universes.
I was melting sorrow like a summer snowflake,
I gave eternity. Everybody to take.
I carry my cross. Together with him I flew.
It does not weigh. Do not look at me with mockery.
I believe in madness that every dream
it comes true with love. Quite human.
My flight is a memory of a blue sky,
and through the pain I'm still different ...
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2019-05-18 at 22:43
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