The World - a Boat and Moon
The world - a boat and moon
in the bosom of the rains.
Left the hand of God
the soul - a silent flower -
thirst after
soil and light,
air and caress.
It prays to Madonna and Child
like Raphael prays, like Judas
after resurrection.
And like a luster of a coin, through
the Door solely the soul
will pass over - pure -
after the denial of the thought
from itself.
In the bosom of the rains
I pray like a candle.
Translator Bulgarian-English: Vessislava Savova
rarebird
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Copyright © Bozhidar Pangelov | Year Posted 2010
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