by Zaklina (Jacqueline) Filipova- Svekjarovska
Condensed in a cloud of sighs and thirst
love always comes like rain ...
There are hearts dense as rainforest:
their love is a summer flood,
strong, powerful storm that tears heaven,
and after-hour, not a trace of cloud!,
only dew drops and the shine
in the eyes of the lodged grasses
testify that there was gone
high water ...
Some hearts are bare and sandy,
vast as the desert, but-dry!
Hard, grain by grain ,
they will collect that much rain
just enough to make cactuses
to flourish for a moment ...
Love live longest onto the top
of the high mountains, forever embraced
from the clouds of condensed breathing
of the lavishly trees
to be a storm and heavy,
sometime summer dew,
Last updated September 16, 2011