Dry Lips

With dry, from the drought, lips
I drink a little water
And it makes my body strong
And the drought goes away

Water from a clean spring
Turns into a river
Which slakes my thirst
And flows on earth-
Wild, dark and withered
And changes it so
That love and light come up
Water from a clean spring

With dry, from the drought, lips
I drink a little water
And it makes my body strong
And the drought goes away

poem by Yavor Kostov
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