THE TRACE
Yesterday while I was
traveling in the tram
I saw on the pavement
a bright trace.
How could I forget
it was we who left it
a month ago – our hands
were full of presents
and we were joking
on our way back.
Poetry: Kristin Dimova
I AND MY SILENT COMPANION
BUDDHISM FOR EVERY DAY
RED RIDING HOOD AND THE WOLF
SCENT OF AFTERNOON RASIN
SOMETIMES TOGETHER AGAIN
9:55, 5 MINUTES BEFORE THE BEGINNING
HE KNOWS
DEAR PASSENGERS
HOPE AND I
THE TRACE
FAITH
AuthorKristin Dimitrova