November

When sky grows darker and the sun is lost,

She feels so lonely, in this November frost!

No warm within her heavy heart, no hope!

Just like the weather, she’s hanging on a rope!

No more shades of yellow and no crimson leaves,

Streets become silent, full of strangers and thieves;

She is swallowed, slowly, by November mist,

When the pulse of life, grasps her slender wrist!

Sunless shadows, wildly, die in burning ember;

As withered trees cry, at the end of November!

When time is waving his frost-bitten fist…

It’s almost like… she doesn’t more exist…

Ludmila Bulgari / November 2017

Icy eyes

Diamond dust in your eyes

Freezes from inside your soul;

Rain is flowing from the skies,

Tears won’t leave me alone...

Broken shards around my neck,

Mingle softly in the dusk;

Tear-streaked dreams’re wreck,

Shaking in a burnt-out husk.

Icy diamonds in your eyes,

Drizzling tears gush in fire;

The stormy pain is on the rise,

Begging for scent of desire.

Rays of frost tear me down,

Whispering wind freezes my body;

Rain burns smoldering love:

Your heart turns cold,

                your eyes turn bloody.

(Bulgari Ludmila, July 2016)