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martiniat8 Senior Member
since 2003-06-21
Posts 897Prague, Bohemia, Czech Republic |
I know that winter wasteland of your heart that place where all is frozen white and harsh where you cannot separate the sky from slope the land is all but a fog and a crunchy place to step I know there is no reminder to the eye of what is up and down but the few dead twigs rising from the ground The cold wet snowflakes give no direction as they flitter, float and fly sideways bounding around, and without direction nor sigh. And oh, yes I, I may have a passport to escape I am just a posing passing traveler with a foreign face But when spring comes... and it will the sun will return to green these vast Bulgarian chills and all that is white, will melt away and soon comes warmth, past winter's haze you will know a land, that I never may. A sea of green grass and feathered trees A simple land, a simple man a simple life, a simple wife for you my friend, will see sites that I never will rolling laughter, friendly peasants and supple white milk... Bulgarian hills. |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
This is beautiful, Brad - the whole poem, but I especially lost myself in the beautiful, almost Biblical and all that is white, will melt away and soon comes warmth, past winter's haze you will know a land, that I never may. - an exquisite love poem to a city you treasure. Owl |
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Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan |
. Very good John . |
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ebonygirl Member Elite
since 2011-07-14
Posts 2000California U.S.A |
My heart feels for your Bulgarian Homeland Ebonygirl |
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