Daisy Tsvete

Dessy Tsvetkova is Bulgarian who lives in Brussels. She has 5 poetry books in Bulgarian and one in English “Wind whispers”. Dessy compiled an Anthology of Bulgarian authors translated into English, French or German called “River of words”. Dessy is editor of The Muse with you literature magazine. She writes about nature, love and positive vision of the world.

Empathy

I see myself

in summer wind smiles;

into the storm trace around you.

I feel the sigh of beggar

sitting at the corner;

I chase on flowers with

the butterflies;

I melt from sun rays with the dew;

I embrace all illogic wonders;

My world expands

with every breath.

Miniatures

1)

Some sparks of our love

recreate flight.

And shiny marble columns

are dancing

under the shadows of the lamps.

Your presence is like an endless celebration,

how blessed I am to feel this moment.

2)

The signs of joy

are floating in the air.

Like little kites and toys,

like pebbles over there.

They reach the people,

as comets in between the stars.

The spring is here, as restart…

3)

Love

Love ain’t just a four letter word,

it is a state of my soul,

it is my attitude to world!

Love is colour of the crystal bowl!

Love is attention to others,

it’s the engine of the miracles, love gathers…

4)

Some misunderstanding…

The day has lost its brightness…

What does the obstacle bring…

Even if we speak the same language…

Where is the tiny arrow, the envisage,

the love, that connect our hearts …

5)

In the light of falling star

dragon fly shines in blue.

The deep blue is spring

of the past,

spring of new call

of the blue universe.

6)

Young man tosses a coin

in the well of desires.

Love

whether after all

costs only one coin.

Or it’s a wish fee.

7)

The melody of your eyes

caresses my skin

as hummingbirds fly

to rose damasquin.

A few silver drops of smiles

make the moment shines.

Miniature

The South wind is bringing blooming smell.

Between the budding trees

Sun rays peek out.

I am spreading hands on my balcony

to breathe the spring aromas.

God will soon paint a colourful masterpiece.