Silence
and on that day of sun
the leaves of the chestnut
like arms are shielding
from
sunlight’s glow
and I see through the dream
like through mirrors
the garden with boats
cranes
and
tones
far steps of the sea
and beauty
that is killing me
Copyright © Bozhidar Pangelov | Year Posted 2015
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