Irina Doichinova

And when we met
In the naked forest
The night failed
To mask the brightness
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Morning -
bright and cold,
A new beginning -
A messenger of hope.
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She was a girl I met on my journey.
Her eyes were almost black
And her favourite colour
Was black too.
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The miles,
The journey
To an awakening
In the midst of a desert,
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The quiet,
early April wind
touches discreetly
the blinder.
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Morning Dew

Yesterday the fog lifted gently
And the morning was as pure as usual.
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Seventy times and seven
I recollect a place I have never been.
Where my hand was in your hand
And the sky was dreamily in fire.
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And the rain
Hushed the engines -
I can hear
Verses now.
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The beginning and the end
Of all that's beautiful and true
It's in Your hands,
It is You.
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The moon is pale, it is cold.
Its glow is weak and feeble,
Yet its grip is strong.
Sometimes I stand and stare,
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Time
Trickles
Day by day.
In your heart
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In a summer night
After the heat of the day
We are sitting under a murmuring tree
Like children trilled for the first time
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Sweet caress of the wind -
The immaculate blue of the sky,
And the fresh sap green
Under the warm embrace
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Somewhere beyond
The thick masses of grey
The brilliance of the sun
Invincibly reigns.
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I remember you now -
Your eyes known so much
Of the cruelty of life.
Up the hill in summer
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Are you happy?
Where the roses grow
Happiness could be found.
Where birds spread wings
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I miss you -
It's so strange.
I've never even kissed you -
Does it make a change?
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So night follows day,
Days are drenched in gray
Nights embraced in mist
And warmth emitting lights.
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