Tanya Ivanova

(04.08.1980 / Varna, Bulgaria)

Blind Wanderer


Blind wanderer in a beautiful dress

Please come back into my hurting soul,

Cause I’m longing for your caress,

Without you I’m just playing a role.



You don’t see with your eyes any light,

But from you it is illuminating.

There’s no evil that comes from inside,

Only good is your nature donating.



Blind wanderer, you are always born

Like a swan from a small ducky egg,

In the mind you stick like a thorn

And no use to curse or to beg.



Blind wanderer, even if I am bad

And I’m sending you far, far away,

Don’t hear me and do not be sad,

And to my anger you do not obey.



You enlighten me with that sparkling smile,

It is worth even if I am dying,

Let me be like a bird for a while

And present me a lesson on flying.

Submitted: Tuesday, April 08, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, April 08, 2014

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