Cup by Danka Todorova-translated by Ann Wood
The liquid in the glass is light on top - like youth.Have a sip,
Moment after moment - destiny.
The liquid is dark - at the bottom.
Only yours.
And bitterness too.
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2017-06-08 at 23:10
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