Gergana Petrova - * * *

Come into my heart – for walk.
Look at my landscape.
Come up my dreams – a lovely boat
and row across the sea – escape.

There is – my wild nature,
paint – so real is when see it first.
My soul will be your creation
For you my heart is – thirst.

Gergana Petrova

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