Tanya Kolyovska
Photo: Mzelle Biscotte
Children
With eyes like wastelands
In scraped out faces, swirled
Away from our innocence,
In the outskirts of the world.
What kind of random optimism
Could lend a reason that consoles?
Children
With eyes like deserts
Search our souls.
Translated from Bulgarian by Valentin Krustev
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