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web
A closed circle. A mirror... A stage... A scaffold...
Dust on my fingers - Dust of memories, Rusty truths.
Drops of water press to get through the window-pane.
A cold kiss And the dusty truths turned to Mud.
No time to fear - The circle is closed.
1985
© Maya Kisyova © Vessela Rangelova, translated ============================= © E-magazine LiterNet, 07.10.2006, № 10 (83)