Autumn. A poem by Miroslava Panayotova

AUTUMN The summer scent was born from autumn leaves – it was spring, summer, winter next to the free autumn. Its posters were being arranged and they immersed the sleepy river in a disorderly image. The minute-violin swept the banal by hand and the bagpipe of autumn played with all its might. Return to JournalContinue reading “Autumn. A poem by Miroslava Panayotova”