Before In the Ivening
I understand that I will not live with you
between the walls of a family home,
although to you my think
and my verses are like a moan.
I know that I will not live with you,
but allow me, when he came in the evening,
with the cane slowly to get in
and next to your bed to die!
translation from Bulgarian: the author
Copyright © Angel Hadjipopgeorgiev | Year Posted 2017
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