Bozhidar Pangelov

Rookie - 337 Points (23.10.1959 / Bulgaria, Sofia)

*** (With Its Death) - Poem by Bozhidar Pangelov

With its death
the day gilds
the leaves.
I do not know the names of
the tree
and it doesn’t matter for

Comments about *** (With Its Death) by Bozhidar Pangelov

  • Rookie - 0 Points IamNo body (5/28/2010 3:44:00 PM)

    Now that is Art! Very elegantly expressed. (Report) Reply

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  • Bronze Star - 2,519 Points Marieta Maglas (5/13/2010 2:16:00 PM)

    excellent philosophical poem, thank you for sharing 10. Mari (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 17 Points Milica Franchi De Luri (5/3/2010 4:01:00 AM)

    I was pleasantly surprised on reading your poem of few lines. I agree with Elena Sandu, it is like an abstract painting, done in a few strokes, but tells a big story.... (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 2,669 Points Elena Sandu (5/1/2010 7:12:00 AM)

    A beautiful poem! In a few words says quite a lot! Its like a nicely done painting with only a few strokes..Lovely..Gave it a 10, Thanks for share. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 337 Points Bozhidar Pangelov (4/26/2010 5:19:00 AM)

    Beautiful thanks, Milena! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Milena Veleva (4/26/2010 3:47:00 AM)

    whatever I say.. it doesn't matter for the beauty! A great one, Bojidar! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 26, 2010

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