The Temple
The temple was refined.
High.
With colonnades, folded
in ivy
and in myrtle.
With wide gardens
(for healing).
It burns.
For centuries, the shadows
sealed.
But you!
Where are you going
when there’s no tomorrow?
The temple – is always
immovable.
Translator Bulgarian-English: Vessislava Savova
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Copyright © Bozhidar Pangelov | Year Posted 2010
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