CONFESSION traslated by Ann Wood
CONFESSIONThe fireplace is burning, but the heat
but the fire and burning I do not feel!
The soul wrapped in an ice scarf
freezes after our last meeting!
I take a sip of wine without pleasure.
From lack and - nothing is the same.
And the morsel began to sit
and bitter when I swallow it.
There are days, evenings, and nights ...
and the pain intensifies - many times!
I still love her, dear God,
have mercy - and give it back to me !!
D Dimitrova
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2021-01-15 at 10:19
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