Topic: “One Day You Will Come”
Ages have passed since you told me:
“I’ll be waiting for you by the old column
The wind blew away
your bright cloak.
Poplar fluff flew after you.
Above colonnades and over ancient temples birds fly away, croak sways the air.
I send the sunsets –
how much life I am reborn!
I’m waiting for you next to the old column,
when the sun is disappearing behind the peaks
and the scent of roses fills the air.
I hope we were born at the same time.
© Stoianka Boianova