Aksinia Mihailova
Photo: glitter feet
At night, against the curtains
so many moths are beating their wings,
their silver dust tracing rows of knots,
writing down my most enticing dream.
I buy nets and walk into the gardens,
roaming slowly full of patience through the blooming flower-beds.
But it’s probably not the time to go there –
for weeks I have not opened up
my little box of pins.
Translated into Engish by Roumiana Tiholova
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