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Bozhana Apostolova

Photo: tanakawho

I love you, and I feel – my ailing blood is raving
and troubling again my frantic passions. I
am traveling obsessed across the earth, all craving
for you, for your love that stirred me into life.

I love you, and I know some day it will come true:
a slender dandelion in you will also thrive.
You’ll touch it almost as if it were a jewel
and then it will disperse within a blink of life.

I love you, and I wish this dandelion would float
above cold-stricken mounts and their sheer slopes,
and catch up with you, so artless and exposed,
and bring back our love in January’s cold.

Translated from Bulgarian by Valentin Krustev