Veronika Kostadinova

Veronika Kostadinova

In the dusk of love,

under the wings of the dark

of one passed desire

tremor the stars of memory

alluring sighs with

it’s cold glow.

No. Don’t turn them off.

Let them shine.

Just release your soul

to hury straight

to the new morning.

And before the sun spreads

its sunbeams,

their glow will vanish

and will silently dissapear,

free until the next dusk.

And then, in that new dusk,

there will be other,

completely new stars,

with new shine.


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