I was born human in the ancient city of Philippopolis, Bulgaria. Nowadays its name is Plovdiv. Thracians, Byzantines, Romans, Ottomans have all left their imprints in this beautiful charming place, raised on seven hills. Ancient history was much appealing to me since youth. I was a dynamic child, involved in all sorts of activities except creative writing. I have been working all my life as a paediatrician, serving the most beautiful and inspirational race on Earth —our children. I use " scribotherapy" to reflect on human existence and a life in parallel reality.
The rumbling sound
Of falling autumn leaves
Breaks the silence
Within the humble heart
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I was dreaming of happiness….
It had wounded wings
And some sad scars
Gathered in a handful solitude
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