by Petar Lozanov

Flying over our land they are
Thoughts and desires
And the earth more rapidly it is rotating
They fail to reach us

Borders for people placed
Birds with derision they fly them
Calling us ashamed and abandoned

With the winding step of any of my conquests
I entangled network of their disappointments
I look at the sky but space is not visible
Since both my hope in my despair she looks around

He stopped to think about the birds dreamy look
With a laugh or sneer again they fly

Petar Lozanov is a Bulgarian abstract artist, poet and writer living and working in Ireland. 33 years of age, poetry and painting is the core of his european art.

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