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It is sad and quiet. Peace.
The soul is clean - after rainfall.
An instant of happiness.
Amidst effluvium wriggles through
The refrain of an old movie song...
You sing it like breathing.
June 1993
© Maya Kisyova
© Vessela Rangelova, translated
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