Yavor Kostov Poems

There is a cure for the guilt

It is the blood
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The boy woke up
and saw
everywhere high walls were built
according to a new law.
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My heart was broken
into thousand pieces,
when I looked into the man’s
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Author: Yavor Kostov
Translation from Bulgarian: Sarah Kostov

Thinking about
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Once, just like that through the haze,
I saw an Oasis.
It’s a mirage, I thought.
This kind of thoughts were part of me,
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With dry, from the drought, lips
I drink a little water
And it makes my body strong
And the drought goes away
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In a sea, in a dessert of,
connected by the darkness, destinies
in a pile of dirtiness,
fake values and
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Who am I? A successor of monkeys?
A miserable fragment from a big bang?
A dreamer aimlessly walking in loneliness?
Ironically doomed to end desperate and pitiful,
Lifeless and grey?
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Who will stand for the truth
Who will lift up Your banners
Who will cry out, who will cry out: There is freedom in You!
You gave me hope. The sword of Your Word
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