MAGIC ROCKS – стихотворения на Деси Цветкова

The time is flying
But the world is not dying.
We still have a mission to do.
And each one to find it out too.
The time is rapidly flying
And the child in Africa is crying.
The hunger is still there within
While some others overeat bean…
The time is gorgeously flying
And artists are fighting for stop panic.
The world is generating ideas
To progress in minds of Achilles.
The heroes are amongst us forever.
The time flies to not end as ever.

22.04.2020

MAGIC ROCKS

An exquisite masterpiece in the sky,
the rocks of eternity cut through the clouds with their tops.
Mystically colored by the shade of the desert, so high,
surprisingly growing by the river, like thirsty soil for drops,
the rocks of Belogradchik are proud.
They look like children’s figurines made of plasticine and mud abound,
they are miracles as an earthly marker to the constellations.
Rocks, such as toys for giants,
as an altar of giant ancient nations,
they hide in the sky as cosmic guardians.
The rocks that hide secrets from past parables and alliance.
One of the mysteries of the world.

Dessy Tsvetkova
09.11.2021

Деси Цветкова