by Vasil Slavov
we
intertwined in one another
away from one another
bleeding blades of autumnal grass
brought from distant burning fields
whispering in withered colors
hauntingly silent,
facing the dew drops
whose glossy surface
will name our numbness
will spell our unwindiness
we
yesterday’s dreams
echoes forgotten their timid inception
helpless in our non - green
diminished in our non - ivy
sad used to be - s
still blades of breath
broken fragile
under a sky
which openness
which vastness
for our tremors
will remain unseen
Last updated May 04, 2011