The cobbled street is fast in the morning.
I’m stepping from stone to stone by stone…
I imagine tomorrow –
a world without pandemic,
wiser humanity, we live in brotherhood,
harmony, peace. God blesses us.
Around – aroma of flowers, songs of birds,
I think of you, I long for you,
I behold you…
Imperceptibly I reached the top of the hill.
Winged by my hope, I fly
from cloud to cloud by cloud…
And I float above the Earth.
© Stoianka Boianova
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