A Day Like a Child
written by: Miroslava Panayotova
The day escapes from the darkness
and floods with brilliance the things
that were quarreled in the night.
It stretches incorrectly on the floor
and leans on the rods of the chair.
It hugs the awakened carpet patterns
and slides its smile
in the tea cup.
It misleads the crooked paths to the road
and there it stands triumphantly,
staring at the firs,
and pierces shiny and dusty cars,
it banters with the winds.
And then it walks along the shore,
whispering to the sea,
it courts the herring gull,
it steps on mussels with impunity,
admiring the shapes,
the features,
the abundance.
The day,
similar to a child.
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