Migration elegy

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I gathered insufficient number of perceptions,
because I put them into old bottles.
I walked an endless distance
from this permanent peak in the desert
to the other camel hump.
Is it progressing – It’s not in my hands.
I’ve never found anything in my hands,
at least since I subjected them to myself.
Such as the opposite oasis,
poured by the fluids of the knowable.
I can safely stay,
for it’s shadow is relaxing
and I’ve always sought this “spring”
(or I’ve toured around it).
But the sun, that always burned me,
is an orifice. And I exhale through there
to some New perceptions and bottles.

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Ventsislav Vasilev

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I am bulgarian, born in 1982. I have three published paper books in Bulgarian language. The last was named "Sedimentation of Nature". My English is poor, but I'm learning. I'm trying to translate some of my works. :)
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