I try to walk
all the steps
not taken.
To soak with my skin
all the drops
of crystal dew,
to wash my soul with them,
to inhale the wind vanes
on the roofs,
to hear the unsung songs
of all the nightingales,
to carry in my backpack
myself only,
released
from all
the straps
and chains,
of all of them,
who are
peeping and trying to draw my directions…
I’m breaking
my soul free
so I could
one day
have a place
for you too…
Dessy Tsvetkova,
Bulgaria
Picture Nick Victor
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