Tuesday, November 30, 2021

Micropoems by Stoianka Boianva

Pretense
"Everyone who walks
through the crowd with you
is happy",
you say.
I know you pretend,
but I like your catch,
beloved my friend!

Honey
How well you speak
under the honeycomb on the moon!
Honey is dripping
from your lips.
You attract me magnetically
under swarms from stars.

Flow
The water fills rivers, oceans,
it flies with snowflakes,
pulsates in our blood.
The life rushes - a speedily river -
flows between roses and disappears!

© Stoianka Boianva
Sofia, Bulgaria

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