tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984806401118681918.post4259892876606169858..comments2024-02-20T06:21:03.607+02:00Comments on някъде над покривите на града: Балонче от дъвкаРадосвета Аврамова (caribiana)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165932150494540765noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984806401118681918.post-70454027449549713812008-10-12T10:19:00.000+03:002008-10-12T10:19:00.000+03:00Bubble of a chewing gumToday She is small, with so...Bubble of a chewing gum<BR/><BR/>Today She is small, with socks on small dots<BR/>with a gum that tastes like an apple<BR/>Her world somehow grew , so much , so a lot<BR/>and "deserted" is now No more her sample<BR/><BR/>it's maybe because of the purple red sunset<BR/>that made the sky cracked under its arms<BR/>and an old magician came down to her bed<BR/>He came down a rope , so thin , not to harm<BR/><BR/>He poured some herb tea - in her tiny shell<BR/>it was magical ,yes,made of bluish sky grass<BR/>then he left in her hands (so secretly)...well<BR/>a piece of a rainbow to shine ever last<BR/><BR/>And now She will see through this piece of light<BR/>when even (without voice) Her eyes're crying<BR/>He left her the miracle before the stars bright<BR/>of that magic hour (when everything's flying)<BR/><BR/>And then She just chose to believe in magicians<BR/>( because in the people She doesn't believe)<BR/>Now She's at her window - in a night gown ,she's wishing<BR/>She still talks to Sky and... out ..falling eve...yanbibiyanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11981988288342513238noreply@blogger.com