Poetry – Vladislav Hristov

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Poetry – Vladislav Hristov

    tired I sat by the road
next to me a hundred-year-old oak
was dancing in the wind
with its branches shaking in rhythm
it had that contagious energy
that samba teachers have
I felt ashamed
I was not tired enough to be sat
resting
I got up and stepped forward
with uncertainty
one, two, three – spin
this is how an old tree
taught me how to dance

AuthorVladislav Hristov
Translated byVangel Imreorov
Translated byGjoko Zdravеski
2018-11-30T13:20:49+00:00 November 29th, 2018|Categories: Literature, Poetry, Blesok no. 122|Comments Off on Poetry – Vladislav Hristov