вторник, 31 октомври 2017 г.

October in a hurry

earrings off
invading me

Indian summer
the sunbeams between
rustling leaves

icons over
Van Gogh’s sunflowers –
my desktop

larger and larger
eye pouches…

tiny puddles
who has taken
the Shoes off?

the regular buzzing
of our garden parties -

morning moon…
my hometown streets
outstretched their arms

your words
not easy to be swallowed
crescent moon

teleporting me...
waning moon

harvest moon...
the hour when the clocks 
are melting

Diana Teneva

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