Maya Lyubenova, BG





A Place in my Memories


There's a place I visit every time I feel down . . . Stepping cautiously upon the steep slope, we go down to the riverbank and unpack the fishing rods, the lunches and our smiles. Leaves rustle to the soft murmur of water. Birds flit overhead, a pair of curious eyes
watches us from the little pool. A dragonfly settles upon my float and starts rocking it . . .

ticking clock
the sway of rushes
by the river






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