I by Dessislava Dimitrova traslated by Ann Wood
I gather winds from the storms,I close them in transparent bottles,
I paint delicate colors on them -
I draw more, the flight of a bird!
In my thoughts I secretly built
a window with glittering pupils,
so, since spring I have kept
and I sprayed it with pink flowers!
In the morning, I keep looking for silence,
I mix it with yesterday's tears
and then I scatter them on the ground -
I'm going after my dreams again!
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2020-01-31 at 17:22
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