HUNTERS OF HAPPINESS
Poets are Hunters of Happiness.
Word - like a bouquet of fragrant flowers,
like a glowin a cloudless sky,
like a green diaperin the desert,
like a warmarmatthepole,
like the smile of a friend.
The poet is alone with his dreams.
And he cries out with all his might for happiness.
Human happiness is a breath of wind.
Its lips away on the top so flongings.
Only thegood hunters of the moments
they cannot ice it
without touching it.
And it already travels toanother soul,
another continent
another peaktargeted
from the human genius for conquest.
TheWorld goes like this.
Joys, day dreams and quiet dreams.
They herald a new beginning.
To everything achieved byhumans.
And no going back!
***
I WENT DOWN TO THE SHORE
to look for the hut
with the fire and the man,
who appeared
in my dream from nowhere.
I went down to the shore.
The dunes lonely
searched for me.
I sank with them
in dreams.
And the path of the moon
hugged me.
Wise rain
seduces me.
I went down to the shore.
Alone. And eternal.
With disobedient
and searching heart.
In the mussel burned
looking at me
my own face.
I went down to the shore.
©RozaliaAleksandrova, Bulgaria
Rozalia Aleksandrova lives in Plovdiv, Bulgaria. Author of 11 poetry books. Editor and compiler of over 30 literary almanacs, collections. Initiator and organizer of the International Festival of Poetry “Spirituality Without Borders”from 2015.
She is one of the winners of the prestigious CESAR VALLEJO Prize for Literature - 2022. Winner of the MAHATMA GANDHI Leadership Award 2022; International Outstanding Poet Award of CHINESE LITERATURE FESTIVAL -2022 – Hubei`sProvincial Literature Federation and others.
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