I am looking for you
in the white windows
of the future.
I’m peeking
with binoculars.
I checked
in the warehouses of time.
In the energy fusion.
On the roads…
Passing through the devil’s jocular.
Each four-dimensional cell,
any possible mirage,
any primes.
Love has no deadlines.
She is actually voluminous.
So I’ll keep going,
process is important,
total divine.
We’ll meet someday
in some unit of luminous,
in some projection of the past owing,
in the mirror world.
The spatial continuum will bend firmed,
in point one,
and we will find ourselves again
with you
in the beginning.
All roads will bring us together,
in a silver leaning.
.
Dessy Tsvetkova
Bulgaria
Picture Nick Victor
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