With a sword raised
With a sword raised towards the sun, they used to rule the land for centuries. The sword which looks so much like an elongated cross ... But nowadays the cross is embodied by a dove with outstretched wings. Cross, that flies towards the sun and to God.
Today from the sky it's raining rubies... Red drops of grief... They pour hard, cry for the innocent as a belief... They sprout young stalks... One at a time flower, for each soul...
The memory of peace
Loving fireflies sharing all the joy... Summer nights, splendid tenderness of Eden... Careless sunsets of caressing sky glory, soul enlightened by the heaven... Chanted warming blessings. Crickets symphonies of peace. Travel back in time, enhancing... Feeling of a childhood breeze...
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…is Bulgarian who writes poems in Bulgarian and in English. She lived in Luxembourg and currently she lives and works in Belgium. Dessy has publications in many Bulgarian magazines and newspapers, also in Romania, Belgium, USA, India, Peru, Philippines. She has 4 books in Bulgarian, 1 in English, and she has also compiled a book as translator from Bulgarian into English, an anthology of Bulgarian top authors. She writes about nature, love and God, and her accent is the positive message at the final. Member of Flemish Party for Poetry. Editor in Homagi international Web literature magazine.