The falling colors of the rainbow
cover the umbilical cord of time
they fade to grey
searching the impossible vast
the colors of the rainbow are raining
warm drops irrigate the dry path
to the future
the thorns of the past stitch the present
the rainbow spreads its colors in the grey weekday
with hope for resurrection
the falling colors of the rainbow cover the shoulders
the colors of the rainbow are raining
in me.
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Pepy Docheva, Bulgaria
translated by Dessy Tsvetkova
Picture Nick Victor
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