1
Tell
me a fairy tale,
mom.
How
you knitted my braids
of
herringbone,
how
you carried me in your arms
how
i cried
with
a broken knee,
how
did you teach me to ride a bike ...
How
your silver today
hair
I
will brush, mom ...
Never-ending
story,
for
mom's heart ...
2
Tell
me a fairy tale,
mom.
How
you knitted my braids
of
herringbone,
how
you carried me in your arms
how
i cried
with
a broken knee,
how
did you teach me to ride a bike ...
How
your silver today
hair
I
will brush, mom ...
Never-ending
story,
for
mom's heart ...
3
Blooming
of
the morning dew.
Shining
as
the
silky velvet.
Stretching
wings
for
reincarnated flight.
On
the other side
of
the stunning view
someone
is melded,
waving
hands
to
reunite
with
your soul kite.
Humanity
I'm
going that way ...
Light
years,
slow
travel ...
With
the steps
on
each one
god's
creatures,
with
the messages
of
drops of blood
and
sweat on the feet ...
Ages
are leafing through
their
covers,
corpse
centuries-old
eclecticism,
the
Minotaurs
have
disappeared,
the
rest
are
only
the
labyrinths ...
The
heroes
have
arranged
their
names
on
the obelisks ...
Many
more
time
I
have to go ...
The
heart knows ...
Wind
vanes point,
the
relics are cornerstones,
the way is love ...
I'm
going that way ...
DESSY TSVETKOVA
DESSY TSVETKOVA is
Bulgarian who writes poems in Bulgarian and in English. She lived in Luxembourg
and currently she lives and works in Belgium. Dessy has publications in many
Bulgarian magazines and newspapers, also in Romania, Belgium, USA, India, Peru,
Philippines. She has 4 books in
Bulgarian, 1 in English, and she has also compiled a book as translator from
Bulgarian into English, an anthology of Bulgarian top authors. She writes about
nature, love and God, and her accent is the positive message at the final.
Member of Flemish Party for Poetry.
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