Little Sparrow

Poem

 

Hey, little sparrow,
come, sit next to me,
tell me of the world ahead,

what you’ve seen and heard.
Where are you going, tell me,
where is the end, depict it.

What you know about the winds,
do they throb like us, love and hate?
I want to know where it all begins.

I am sorry, little sparrow,
you are nothing but a bird,
your beak’s unable to reveal
all the secrets of the world.

And thank you, little sparrow
for your presence means more
than the speech of many men…
…well, I can call you friend.

 

more by Georgi Dimitrov

photograph by Blake Wisz

 

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