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Evening Prayer
by
Mira Minkova
Many
times I have tread on the clouds
with broken words
I have cut through my thoughts
and then years and years I've been dying.
Three times I crossed myself on my way coming.
three times I spun when the ladder
that should be my way to Heaven
fell over me too.
Today is the last day.
Tomorrow I will write a new destiny,
I will put the sky in order and
I will raise as a ladder
above the world, above it - the imperfect one.
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