*Counting to 10 in Bulgarian

Look at that girl,

Blue eyed and yellow haired

Hearing her songs fade away

in the winter ice

But waiting,

For that silver coin in her pocket

To bloom like the flower moon.

Lingering in the darkness, dreaming

Of that boy, sweet eyed and

dark humored

Bringer of warmth (all ways)

And he shines in the night

Like the coin in her pocket.

As he comes

With a pocketful of hope

as green as the verdant roots,

That during spring nights flourish.

Unexpectedly.

For not all things grow by day.

It is their time.

Like the silvery bloom that has ripened

Through the window

Finally in fullness glowing.