Поезия • Вл. Трендафилов

12.9.21



Poetry


There’s a vast, vast vastness

Somewhere deep inside,

Bringing directions together.


For all I know, this vast, vast vastness

Splits into cells —


A kaleidoscope of comforts,

A flash of a room to inhabit,

A flash of a hollow,


A flash of a squeaking waggon

Going uphill empty,

Loaded on the way down.


I don’t know what the three have in common

But we go against the draught, making

Our invisible counterweight


Visible.


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