DESSY TSVETKOVA

 

Angels

 

Each time I fall, or drown,

or if I lose my ground,

a friend is coming though

and gives me hands around.

And Lord is merciful

to all, I personally know,

I hope it is reverse pull,

my friends are angels though.

 

Beyond Horizon

 

The child is laying on the grass

and summer is in glossy bloom.

He covers eyes from sun with glasses,

and wants to see beyond the dunes.

He wants to know that distance,

and what is really there beyond the sky.

In his child's fantasy resistant,

there might be other worlds behind.

 

Happiness

 

My very first memory,

the first conscious one,

it is a green spring lawn,

and blooming wildflowers, everywhere

where I looked with my child eyes.

I was tall that time,

just as the flowers.

I touched them with outstretched arms,

and I smelled the nature.

And my mother, and my father, and my brother,

they were there too.

A carefree Saturday,

so exceptional,

so extraordinary

because we were all happy.

Infinite green field

with colorful beads dotted.

And the sun that day,

the sun was happy too.

 

DESSY TSVETKOVA