автор: perlitta

Lost in a thousand miles of shoreless rain
I wake up on my street
Where an old hobo
Walks up the rivers, up the hill
His raincoat flapping in the wind
Pushing a go-cart full of water
Rain drops
Plywood
Tin boxes
And Rain knows why – a rose

How can I tell you all
When “vehtoshar” does not exist in English
My manic effort to collect the images
Of roads and trains and loves and cities
Rains unexplained

The rose is surely a sign
For two of us
But how can I find the meaning
When in Bulgarian
We can’t be “overwhelmed”