***(To My Children) Poem by Bozhidar Pangelov
***(To My Children)
At some unnamed night,
and it will be bright,
I'll go away.
The door I will never
close
the flowers will keep
fragrance.
My children will have fallen asleep
the most deeply
covered and caressed
and somebody will cant to them again
a cradle song.
It will be light like in a temple
and clear like a voice
in mountains.
Then I'll leave
forgotten all the words…
A branch in the white snow.
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4/25/2024 3:21:08 AM # 1.0.0.1119
good poem. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.