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Among the Excavations of the Ancient City

“Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.” — Carl Sandburg

Translated by: Стоянка Боянова

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The moon descended into the lemon forests

and turned into a lemon slice.

You stopped in front of the columns of the marble city

and transformed in an ancient loved one.

 

I realized you were real when you touched my hand.

 

We walk among marble columns and exquisite statues.

Our words are an echo of times gone by.

Shadows of souls and epochs dance around.

We are merging with time while winds whisper wisdoms.

 

If I uplift that stone, I'll find

my golden crest and your ritual ring.

We have lived here many centuries ago. 

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