Bozhidar Pangelov Poems

With its death
the day gilds
the leaves.
I do not know the names of
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In a while,
in a second
and rain is pouring down.
One expectation like an Alpine horn
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as a child
I take a look

this world
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Time is an idea of the over-ripe mind
The sky bent dries the earth
Did you achieve anything more than
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The night is flexible
the quiet willow
over a lake
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My pigeons.
these, who live
in the birdhouse,
(for
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Will you break off with me,
my beloved,
morsel for morsel laddu*?
My dream doesn’t come to me,
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In English, the Greek Kalinihita (καληνύχτα) means Good Night
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I do not expect you.
Sunken hours.
And the streets are rocking like slow guards.
I do not expect you.
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“The voice of One crying in the desert speaks:
Marko,1.3:
Isaiah,40: 3;

And here The One is coming…
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