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Rumiana Borisova Poem
Тhe ending winter broke
the last crystal day
I thank you for thee are
to light my inner flame.
The linden spread its planets-
a scent of spring and laugher
I thank you,dear,for you felt
despite them all, my order.
The winds with airy palms
are waving stifling wheat.
I thank you for the hands
wherewhit you swung my locks.
Ashy autumns shiver,
telling me to let you go,
but you catch every tremor
sighted by my stilly lips
And words not leaves are falling
Yes, this leafy autumn
for us is like an altar,
I swear,I need you to bear.
Look, silence already raps
at our foggy window.
I thank you for you're here
and still have faith in me.
Copyright © Rumiana Borisova | Year Posted 2006
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Rumiana Borisova Poem
Can't you see,
how the moon beams drunk the spring,
for the blind stars won't look in it?!
Can't you hear,
their slap on the sand,
wcich killed the sleeping buttercup,
because it declined its colour?!
Can't you feel
that the yellow curse
is going to obsess my hair
and kill our love?!
Therefore,wipe out with a rubber
the moon on the picture,
before you have coloured it yellow.
Love is born only in the moonless nights.
Copyright © Rumiana Borisova | Year Posted 2006
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Rumiana Borisova Poem
Before the growth in the fields
of inevitable verses,
before the grass falls asleep
in expectance of a violin,
before the faning chestnut-tree
fondles me with its thoughts...
Before the violets paint themselves
with a haze of a bird indifference
before i hear an impuden laugh
of an acid rain,
before the burning of the butterflies
at the stake of the spring temple...
The crocus was alone
and saffron from impatience.
Copyright © Rumiana Borisova | Year Posted 2006
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