Marieta Maglas Poems

This is our love, we need to
recompose its meaning
with the passing of every second.
Love is our poetry, or
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A bird flying
Is a flight in self.

Motion.
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It seems that a stone rolling herself down
a mountain peak falls. She actually looks for
life's deeper meaning. In the end, she plunges
to become river rock and absorbs the fossil's past.
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A bee dreamin' honey,

A bear dreamin' honey,
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This antique mirror doesn't feed
my confidence. Its concave surface
reveals some magic tricks
due to a red reflection. Some hair curlers
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Thoughts of unknowing and you dance me

until I become the only movement... This tango undresses
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In their cocoons, mates are
the little butterflies with growing
wings while dreaming
of the sky, dreaming
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She thinks her soul can be free,
She's not a Little Bittern bird,
She sightly imagines she will be.
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We hold hands to form
a spiritual barrier,
seeking unity and
achieving our goals.
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The child knelt to pray.
The pure flashes of her eyes
Hide dreams she can't find,
While this candle-lighting time
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