Камелия Щерева, пирография
Young fathers do not sleep
They stare at the milky silence
of young whispers
and listen to the mellow steps of a springy moon
They stay in the middle of the Milky Honey Way
Between the fluff of the first smile
and the bees of the first words
They fear their fingers would break the skies
And their lips would tumble the coming day
Their eyes sway as cradles of fading memories and tantalising hopes
Wasted
In the sweetness of nowhere to go
списание „Нова социална поезия“, бр. 22, май, 2020, ISSN 2603-543X