Jordan

Written by: Bozhidar Pangelov

It flows, the river flows
and spills...
I won't, I won't
enter,
girl,
with hair of sea.
I won't
enter,
girl,
with a face of moons.
Today the green people
enter there
and raise
their hands
heavy.
My heart is
carved into
sand.
Sand.

Bury it.