Elena Tsonkova Biography

Flattened as a patch-work
On the concrete road,
Merciless humans passing by-
Dumb,
...

Speechless moon.
The eyes, embraced, are whispering -
The lips are silent.
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The girl wouldn't say a word
for months.
Not a single utterance.
...

Trust your love in my hands.
like a little sandy pebble-stone.
But then what?
What shall I do with it?
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It's 2: 45
in the morning.
Again?
It was 1: 48 just a few words away.
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