Saturday, October 1, 2022





The dry weather of the sunset

bathed the river in foam.

Cloudy thin trees

rested elbows in the wild.

Young mad grass

was breathing boldly into space.

The gray birds were flying

ghostly again above our heads.

With the breath of the sea the vastness

gushed a fountain forth in our souls.

Sure shine - the red -

was changing rapidly

its dizzying words in the sunset.

The night - warm and cheerful -

sheltered an apple branch -

was crawling on the grass.

Frantic, summer weather

was swaying everything within itself.

Loose, black soil

settled the shadow in the road.




Night in the field, light

and smells of earth.

The pale moon above

walks alone again.


My TV is asleep

before my eyes a long time ago.

I preferred two lindens

instead of the obvious mafia.


Outside the night moves slowly,

the morning is approaching.

The dark will become clear

as soon as it meets the morning.




You wear in your light soul

everything that comes out

under your fingers –

shapes, heavens, aspirations and sun.

A scarlet flower breathes

in your mouth.

You give the others

fiery scrolls.

Roses burn

your sides at sunset.

Your thought is a world

and a mirror.

Your body is

in your rhyme.

All the grasses and stars in space

hear your voice –

it springs from above!




Do not leave yourself

to look like an easy victim -

the drunken horses of the case

will trample your prayer voice.

Do not let yourself to the wind -

it can sow

the nameless seed of oblivion.


that you are of fire and steel.

Inhale the fragrance of the earth!

Do not let yourself

the hopeless needles of deception

to defeat you.

Do not be entertained

with the songs of sunset -

the day is your calling,

your god is the courage.




MIROSLAVA PANAYOTOVA (Bulgaria) graduated from Plovdiv University, specialty Bulgarian philology and English language. She has published poems, stories, tales, aphorisms, essays, criticisms, translations, articles and interviews in periodical and collections. She has published the following poetry books: Nuances, 1994, God of the senses, 2005, Pitcher, 2014, Whisper of leaves, 2017, Green feeling, 2018; two books with stories: An end, and then a beginning, 2017, Path of love, 2018; two eBooks: Laws of communicatons /aphorisms/, 2018, Old things /poetry/, 2018. She is a member of the Union of the Independent Bulgarian Writers and a member of Movimiento Poetas del mundo. Miroslava Panayotova is an ambassador of IFCH (International Forum for Creativity and Humanity).

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