A flight
separates the sea from the sky.
Her glance caresses
the stillness. The flowers
scathed by hail
become bluish. They do not
die, yet. This life without
him is a tragedy. Her right
convictions sculpt
in sadness
as in a block of marble
a rocky embrace. The sun
is crying. There is only one
single eye in the core of this universe. He is still
extant
in-between the things
of her remembrance.
So many colors are catching her
that she cannot be
lighthearted. Their flux is tropic.
She blends them in a caramel.
These colors become negative
as the sounds coming from
a broken guitar. Her name is Eve, and
she waits
to be eaten by worms someday.
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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