Treasure Island

Marieta Maglas

(19-05-1964 / Radauti, Judet Suceava, Romania)

Bitter


She thinks her soul can be free,
She's not a Little Bittern bird,
She sightly imagines she will be.

Her deep blue eye embraces
The unendurable bitterness.
Forbidden love slightly traces

Some love lines on her face.
She smokes her grievances
Deeply infused into her grace.

In the castle of her freezing dreams,
While being bidden for blue roses,
She releases all her fused screams...

She veers to the logical extremes.

Submitted: Monday, November 04, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, November 06, 2013

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