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Sweet Summer Nostalgia, Namaste Switzerland

 

I remember it was beautiful,

But so overwhelming,

That I couldn't appreciate it properly.

I didn’t take the time to see it through my own eyes.

The moments of happiness

Were so staggering,

And I thought they would last forever,

When in fact, each moment is fleeting,

Precious,

Important.

Like a butterfly

On the breeze.

Now, my mundane life,

Allows me to register,

How amazing that blessing of a butterfly was,

My head was reloaded with energy,

Memories,

Experiences,

Enough to feed on for another year.

The past tugs me into the future,

My mind clinging

To any trace of my memories around me.

The smell of the scorched grass,

Pulls me back,

The almost-empty streets,

The soft summer breeze,

Puff echoes of the past into my head.

The cool shadows of the overgrown trees,

The rustle of the almost-ready

Corn in the fields,

The scent of the air as the rain drops dry up.

HEARTSTRINGS

 Love is a string that binds souls together,

A string woven from trust,

Curiosity,

Affection,

Strength,

Care,

Emotion.

So when that fragile thread

Trembles, and  threatens to snap,

Love cries out in despair,

Trying to tug the thread back,

To safety,

Back where it belongs,

Back where it is strong

And secure.

With love,

All doubters run,

The sun shines brighter,

The winter nights are warmer

With love,

The pain is more lasting,

With vulnerable tears falling,

At the slightest damage

Done your heartstrings.

THROUGH THE WINDOW

 

On the vast meadow 

Of gentle blue,

The sun takes her children

Out to play.

The sweet little clouds

Leap and frolic

In their mother’s golden shadow.

But soon, their jumps get slower,

And their eyes start to droop,

So mother Sun takes them home,

Emptying the sapphire sky.

But not for long.

Another family appears-

The mother duck and her ducklings-

The moon and her stars.

Their shadows dyeing the sky

A dark, mysterious blue

Like a deep, calm ocean.

The moon’s pretty stars

Twinkle and shine,

Joyfully holding hands in different patterns and groups.

MY QUIET EYES

 

V. Aurelian,'Green eyes and quiet morning'

My Quiet Eyes watch everything.

They trace the steps of every creature,

Every proud and shameful moment.

My Quiet Eyes are your salvation and destruction.

My Quiet Eyes witness

The birth of planets, constellations, ideas,

The death of stars,

The fall of kings,

My Quiet Eyes see everything,

The birth of babies,

The maiden voyages of ships.

The last day of school before the holidays.

But My Quiet Eyes are overwhelming,

They keep me trapped, alone, silent.

My Quiet Curse keeps me deaf, paralised, mute.

The babies open their mouths, but no sound leaves their mouths.

The ships set sail without me.

LAUGHTER WATERFALL

 

By AatmicaOjha

At the right moment,

With the right spell,

The dam will break,

And from deep within a sound will wake,

Bubbling up,

Full of joy,

A special sound,

A special feeling.

Brims over,

It overflows,

Spills out the inner joy,

Through laughter,

Smiles,

Fizzing happiness,

And sparkling personality,

Down, and out,

In a laughter waterfall,

Spreading, traveling,

Sweeping other people up,

ЖИВ Е ЛЕВСКИ

 

Черните рокли на жените

Треперят от виещия вятър.

Треперят като раменете на хората,

Които са слушали как Апостола

Им разказва за свободния полет на птиците.

Грачат гарвани,

И перата им покриват земята като черно одеяло.

Левски, Апостола,

Е мъртъв,

И цяла България плаче.

 

Хора, спрете се.

Левски е мъртъв?

Как така мъртъв?

Та нали мечтата му все още свети

по-ярко от най-блестящата звезда на небето?

Мечтата му да ни види свободни.

А това ни прави отговорни пред него

и пред нашите деца.

HEROES

 

All throughout history,

Through wars,

By DLynneS

And pandemics,

And disasters,

There have always been generals,

Kings, presidents, prime ministers,

Looking after the bigger picture

Winning the battle,

Fighting diseases,

Often forgetting who they’re fighting for.

Fighting for victory, glory,

Not for the helpless citizens.

And as planes shoot across the sky,

And sickness lingers in the air,

The people of the earth

Hold hands in despair.

THAT THING

 What is that thing that follows you?

From morning to night,

From dusk to light?

That Thing,

Like a foreboding shadow,

A shadow that brings terror and fright,

Threatening to engulf the sunlight,

That Thing,

Like the cloak of darkness,

That comes with the frosty night,

Hiding everything nice from sight.

That Thing,

Like the screen of gold,

That hides the darkness and pity

Of the dying leaves in autumn,

That Thing.

GOLDEN RAIN

 

by Suzanne Zahr

With a rustle,

With a creak,

The wind sweeps through

The shaking shrub.

Swirls playfully,

And worries the tree,

Like a child bouncing on granny’s knee.

A few golden leaves flutter,

And fall to the floor,

Like old grey hairs,

From an old man’s scalp.

The wind tugs off a few more,

And picks them up tenderly,

So that they, the dead,

Can come and dance

Among the folds of Autumn’s lively dresses.

'LoveMaths Stories' book is on Amazon

 My new book 'LoveMaths Stories'  is already on Amazon. 

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Новата ми книга 'LoveMaths Stories' може вече да се намери в Амазон.

  Here is the link:

 https://www.amazon.co.uk/LoveMaths-Stories-Dr-Elena-Lyubenova-ebook/dp/B08LZL1BGQ/ref=tmm_kin_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=1603817621&sr=8-1