The Reeds Bend the Wind
… the reeds bend the wind
G. Milev
where the blue is a mirage
for the forehead bent
the man is undressed
and dry soil drops out of his lips
the sadness is an illusion for those ones
who clench the shores with their teeth
and the articulated reeds swing…
Copyright © Bozhidar Pangelov | Year Posted 2016
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