Friday, 7 July 2017

Рила/Rila


Our wishes remain in the wall,
scribbled, folded tight and slipped
between the stones. It’s a point
at which we’ll decide how much
we’ll put trust in our coincidence.

I’ll have every faith, no doubt.
We’re walking upwards
and talking of this and that
as we’ll emerge beyond the treeline
and the vast valley opens below us.


Image: Marina Shiderova; text: Tom Phillips


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