Irina Doichinova Poems

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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