Marieta Maglas Poems

Beyond this frozen yonder,
a rain of love and sacrifice
unfroze the still, red rose.
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I have heard the Robin Birds
chirping and singing- a pray
at the start of a new dawn- words
and dreams for your birthday.
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Love is not
what we call an object.
Yet, it is still an object.
It has functions & variables.
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Dressed in an African free gown,
She has never been on her own.
Drinks coffee because she's alone.
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Something within the mountain~
a sadness that seeps through the walls;
no human voice; mist to cover all;
cicada becoming only decorative art;
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The lead ideas fell on a field as those
voices coming from a bad dream. The yellow
of the daisies became sharper than the
serpents' teeth, and the fragrant sun
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And you ask me to leave all behind
Now, when our moment in time is done,
Going nowhere with nothing in mind,
But you're my world and my special one.
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The lie cannot turn into truth because we believe it to be true.
The truth is unavoidable. The truth is similar to fire.
It is not malleable and cannot be altered.
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Shining stars
Our tears
Angel's wings
And dreams
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Live in goodness and
use only powerful words.
Explore their depth.
That magic is nestled within their structure,
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