Sonnet For Dirty Secrets Poem by Marieta Maglas

The orchid flower's scent for Her Highness
Is like a love letter from far away,
Or like new happiness for human kindness,
Or like birds chirping in the spring of May!

As Helen of Troy, she's magnificent~
Her dirty secrets in her inner sky.
The truths don't make her blush in self-torment,
She breathes the scent of any opened lie.


The feeling that indifference can twist
Means love for the truth, never a false tear.
Maybe Helen of Troy might not exist,
But the sense of truth cannot disappear.

The cruel theatre of her black heart
Makes her frivolity a work of art.

Poem by Marieta Maglas