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To Iva
Did you see the sign of the sunset?
A field sown with secrets.
Rays sprout among the clouds.
Late birds
gracefully alight
and peck early-risen stars.
I only know that these are not landscapes.
Everything is silent and impossible.
Ask the sky what it wants to say.
You can.
Translation by Valentin Krustev
Photo credit: A Parallel Sunset in the East by Fort Photo
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I’m a DC-based poet interested in the possibilities for poems in the new media. My other interests include monsters, photography, music, green things without heads, mathematics, cinema, and free pondering. Welcome to golempoem.
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