*** (With Its Death) Poem by Bozhidar Pangelov
*** (With Its Death)
With its death
the day gilds
the leaves.
I do not know the names of
the tree
and it doesn’t matter for
beauty.
I was pleasantly surprised on reading your poem of few lines. I agree with Elena Sandu, it is like an abstract painting, done in a few strokes, but tells a big story....
A beautiful poem! In a few words says quite a lot! Its like a nicely done painting with only a few strokes..Lovely..Gave it a 10, Thanks for share.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 11:12:46 AM # 1.0.0.1119
whatever I say.. it doesn't matter for the beauty! A great one, Bojidar!