I see myself
in summer wind smiles;
into the storm trace around you.
I feel the sigh of beggar
sitting at the corner;
I chase on flowers with the butterflies;
I melt from sun rays with the dew;
I embrace all illogic wonders;
My world expands
with every breath.
Dessy Tsvetkova
Picture Nick Victor
beautifully quilled…
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