Lyudmila Purgina

Freshman - 678 Points (Russian Federation)

K.Georgiev, A Fly - Translation (Rus., Bulg.) - Poem by Lyudmila Purgina

By Krasimir Georgiev

Well-known is the sad fate of a fly:
Once it at dawn streches out the coloured wings,
Washing his face with dew a little,
Then quickly at sunset it burns in fire.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Poem Edited: Wednesday, April 4, 2012

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