Ice tea:

a cup of June rain, 

a pinch of fresh lime-blossom

and ice as much as the heart can take.


Translated by Hristo Dimitrov / Edited by Tom Phillips

The Bulgarian  text first appeared in ‘Wings Made of Papier Mâché ’ (Janet-45, 2019)

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