tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984806401118681918.post4773697376027095033..comments2024-02-20T06:21:03.607+02:00Comments on някъде над покривите на града: Няколко бримки поезияРадосвета Аврамова (caribiana)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165932150494540765noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984806401118681918.post-29317071463995775762008-04-01T22:30:00.000+03:002008-04-01T22:30:00.000+03:00:)))Merciiii :DТи си бърз, ама и аз съм бърза! Виж...:)))<BR/>Merciiii :D<BR/>Ти си бърз, ама и аз съм бърза! Виж колко бързо ти улових мислите, че си го превел :))Радосвета Аврамова (caribiana)https://www.blogger.com/profile/13165932150494540765noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984806401118681918.post-85591111867486923312008-04-01T22:22:00.000+03:002008-04-01T22:22:00.000+03:00Some stitches of poetryI washed the Moon using spr...Some stitches of poetry<BR/><BR/>I washed the Moon using spring water<BR/>I also washed every star on the sky<BR/>I made the silence very soft ,and unrotten<BR/>then I wound a poem - to fly very high...<BR/>I wove the hot summer into its lines<BR/>I wove a short sleep out of my own<BR/>I ,then, embroidered with my easy rhymes<BR/>brilliant radiance of ground starry stone<BR/>I sent it to you on the wings of blue bird<BR/>and I also sent a handful of me<BR/>when they reach you ,please smile, make a stir<BR/>in the summer I'm living, in a poem for thee*...<BR/><BR/>------<BR/>*thee = youyanbibiyanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11981988288342513238noreply@blogger.com