Love Poem: That Is
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Written by: Bozhidar Pangelov

That Is

At the end of winter
the bare branches of
my trees
(that is, these ones which the window
can see)
hold up a little balloon
(that is, with a color of
sun for this season).
Most likely a little plastic bag with a color
actual or
(that is, today I am 
charmed)
at the end of winter 
thy footprints begin.