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September 27, 2008 by · 2 comments

Marion Koleva

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Let me become your kite―
Boldly send me after the carrier winds
To bring back wild herbs
Under the horizon’s eyelids.

Let us be a pair of two blond streams
That tug on the string of the rainbow;
Bows of sunrays helter-skelter
Shall pluck there novel sonatas.

Let that long thread that weds
Our hands be unseen,
Like a root clad with clay:
Let it be secret. But let it exist.

Translated from Bulgarian by Bobi Aleksandrova

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