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It is sad and quiet. Peace. The soul is clean - after rainfall. An instant of happiness.
Amidst effluvium wriggles through The refrain of an old movie song...
You sing it like breathing.
June 1993
© Maya Kisyova © Vessela Rangelova, translated ============================= © E-magazine LiterNet, 07.10.2006, № 10 (83)