With the flesh of granola
And veins of quartz,
Enlightening the glow of death,
Bending the seconds
At sharp angles,
A non-stop bleeding sculpture
Can create
The metamorphosed existence
Between real and unreal.
Poem by Marieta Maglas
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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