Eyelids closing, enraptured, I listen:
dreamy forests behind us remain,
as we fly over oceans and cities.

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Evening’s bleeding in flames to the left,
to the right, darkness burning and rising.
Whereto, is the dawn breaking yet?
Does the road lead beyond the horizon?

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To the place where freely entwined,
merging separate sparks in one essence,
constellations adorning the night –
like a twin star we’ll shine, incandescent?

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Do you know where, and how? Nor do I –
but lead on, and together, we’ll fly.

Elisaveta Bagryana