Purification

Purification 

In my steps sprout flowers 
sprouted from the looks confused ... 
I was thirsty bird in the body of a woman 
and I think in sin unborn ... 
The dream of many men love 
and whisper in unpopular nights. 
My body darted hands 
ready to scream that they want more ... 
But I forgot I foreign dreams 
for I am with you cut your hair ... 
What I wear the wrong blame 
for many immersed in solitude ... 
I gave my eyes at dawn. 
And the curse is born again ... I'm a bird 
but I am yours ... Today if it hurts 
when with each fiery spark 
You remember how a southern steppe 
nestled in the quiet of fiery haven?! ... 
And how savage, hungry for horses 
denied its way ... 
And purify ... 

Yordanka Gospodinova