Stanislava Stanoeva
Photo: karavelov
I stand and watch the stars
sending away their distant past
I live amongst physical laws
which no one has seen yet
I read fortunes on cut down boles
when and how will be born the Messiah
trees spring up so innocent
and then become crosses for the brave
the day’s spine is broken by many fatigues
under its crutches I build a nest for angels
death is a dwelling place for the living
our final form of silence
Translation from Bulgarian: Svetlana Komogorova – Komata
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