Night Heath
written by: Lisa Boyadzhieva
if wind thistles blow
will sundews shine
while rain drapes down,
or,
could such wonders
only exist
within deluded dreams?
awaiting translucency
– the meadow sweats
its night eclipse
for,
‘t is the moment when
love transforms
a bittersweet woe.
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- Night Heath - July 26, 2026



