by Marin Angel Lazarov
The star exploded in the children's eyes!
I gave up the pain of separation.
I was not afraid - wine is bitter.
I did not betray myself to my weakness.
Oh, pain - tenderness, in my angry chest
it burned. I left the questions
to search for fingers, clouds, and lies.
I did not betray my conscience.
I was not naive. Nor perceptive.
I gave everything away in my new body:
salty eyelashes, islands. Shy
Before my kindness, I did not betray myself.
I didn't even know - my boy
would ever say the sneaky word "dad".
I saw malice in the child's heart.
I did not betray my love.
I had no mother. Nor a brother.
I did not create malicious joy for God.
I despised the end in my first sin.
I did not betray myself before my memory.
The counter is full of sights—eyes.
The body stopped falling in rhythm.
I trembled without pain. The devil is silent.
I did not betray myself before my essence.
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