Leaving I hid all the sorrows of the world In myself My cry is not enough To reconcile An unbearable burden The silence is perfect The lightening over the lake Is a butterfly’s blink The essence that explains The creation of the night and day In which the sky and the rainContinue reading “3 poems by Iskra Peneva”
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