Кирил Милушев

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Memorialized

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Van Gogh

5.00   (3 гласа)

Looking out of the asylum’s windows,

I can see the majestic starry night,

The moon shining with all of its light,

The smell of irises is everywhere tonight.

Stepping into my room I sit on my bed,

Where I felt that poisonous dread,

Recalling the night at the beautiful café,

The yellow house which I visited in May.

I would walk around the nearby path,

And sit near the blossoming almond tree,

Where I let my imagination run around free.

Walking through the wheat fields with crows flying up in the sky,

I could see people working nearby.

So while I recall these things with a deep breath,

I can’t stop thinking about my nearing death.

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