Jul 7

June Nights

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Edited: Jul 7

 

 

Life is made of tough beginnings,

meagre middles and everlasting ends.

 

It probably looks funny from above,

if anyone was watching, see -

 

gentle orange over grey horizons

mountains, houses -

 

open air, open up,

breathe and share who you are.

 

June pulsates in the night

life awaits, take a bite.

 

 

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This was the graduation poem that Plamena Ilcheva wrote for the Writers’ Award of Sofia Writing Challenge, published here exactly as submitted.

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