tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984806401118681918.post8574392539677858585..comments2024-02-20T06:21:03.607+02:00Comments on някъде над покривите на града: На моят език...Радосвета Аврамова (caribiana)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165932150494540765noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984806401118681918.post-42516374497993343682009-02-14T18:39:00.000+02:002009-02-14T18:39:00.000+02:00тенкс :)тенкс :)Радосвета Аврамова (caribiana)https://www.blogger.com/profile/13165932150494540765noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984806401118681918.post-38063120179559519012009-02-14T00:35:00.000+02:002009-02-14T00:35:00.000+02:00In my own language ...Did you hear how the grass w...In my own language ...<BR/><BR/>Did you hear how the grass was growing<BR/>and how the stems were pricking the Earth from beneath ?<BR/>and somewhere a red bird - flying and soaring<BR/>was stealing her wings from the Sun and its heat<BR/><BR/>The sky combed his clouds - it split them apart<BR/>then the wind made them ruffle over again<BR/>did you hear leaves sleeping , deep down in your heart<BR/>before the trees feel the spring and tender soft rain ? <BR/><BR/>You didn't ...right ? You think that this is madness<BR/>you're thinking of me as unclear and very naive <BR/>Ok, let it be yours, but how would you feel (it is pretty sadly)<BR/>when I start telling you the way I love and believe ...yanbibiyanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11981988288342513238noreply@blogger.com