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![]() ![]() ButterfliesTo Vessela Dimova
The candle lit In front of a mirror Burns The wings of happy Butterflies, Stiffens the days – Strawberry foam – Upon a tapestry Of mad vows. Oh, velvet butterflies! In time with the metronome Crawling – will and spirit – Over the landscape Paintings of life... And right in the beginning of the End They cremate themselves again, In order to be able To continue their flight Inside a “sandglass”.
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