Sometimes translated by Ann Wood
SOMETIMESSometimes I just miss the tenderness
and the way you hug me.
Then it becomes somehow inevitable,
in my mind to come back again.
Sometimes I'm so happy-
I melt into distant memories.
I'm in a beautiful fairy tale again
and I am clothed with love again.
Sometimes I don't even regret it
for the pain it brought me.
I sift out the wonderful in my thoughts, and true love from him kneads.
Sometimes I just miss caresses
and the love you pretended.
Sometimes I miss all the masks
of your love that did not exist.
D Dimitrova
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2021-01-15 at 17:18
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