I love dancing with the trees,
their touch is gentle, light,
I love singing with the wind,
its touch reminds of the past,
of summers long gone and lost,
of nights full of warmth and thunder,
when you wished not to slumber
because the day was coming bright.
I love those nights.
I long to feel their hold,
and hear the thousand sighs,
the words that can’t be told.
more by GEORGI DIMITROV-KARLOVSKI
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