The Girl with the Cherries

The girl
who used to open
the markets
and lock the day.
The girl with the cherries
is flying away…
And they soared
like rainbows.
The traders' faces
stretched.
The passers by
sank their hearts.
And somebody
smiled,
gathered the pastels
and went on.

poem by Bozhidar Pangelov
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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