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The ships of possible love
Come behind the back of sea-line -
Slowly.
First one will touch the shore
The one who from his heart would throw out
Gathered caresses and hopes,
Wheat - in the salt waters,
And the thick silks - by the waves.
Bare, tormented, unarmed,
With the right to say: „I have
stones, and shadows, and the rain,
Springs, as sweet as kisses,
And the soil of wich the men are made.”

© Maria Doneva
© Ludmil Luckanov, translated from bulgarien
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© E-magazine LiterNet, 28.01.2010, № 1 (122)