Topic- Verdant Vibes
The green waves of the pre-spring wind
explode in our graphite silhouettes
and the flute of the sunlight shine,
and I’m in tune with the exclamations around.
I read the rising of a new heresy
and swirling impulses shuffle us –
Highest signature scattered the light
and each found his own face.
I am a key of an invisible piano,
a flaming zigzag with a endless-blue soul
and let the future be a homeland
for these chords – today if it’s early.
The contours of the snowdrifts are smoking,
are exhaling dark snow, biblical wrinkled
and the bird in my breasts is twittering,
skipped the white death itself.
© Minko Tanev