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THE PRICE OF TRUST
Thus I am created
that I prefer
to smile instead of to frown
to caress - instead of to hit
to believe - when our eyes meet.
I have trusted and been deceived.
Even the dearest, the closest ones
Have trampled on my love
With dirty feet
With words they have lured me into sin -
and again they were looking in the eyes.
They may lie to me a hundred times.
But let me not fail to see
The truth in the eyes for once
Not lying to me.
© Stanka Pencheva
© Hristo Boev - translated, 2003
© E-publishing LiterNet, 20. 07.
Furst edition, electronic.