Her rags made her feel imprisoned
in an invisible cage.
She was looking nowhere
through glasses with glassy eyes;
searched for her leafed tree of reality.
She remembered that she had left her ideas
on the blank page of her future.
She became a wet gloomy solitude
because of her tears.
Her feelings of love were like songs
hidden in an abandoned violin.
Their vibrations were haunting her memories.
Her sadness was so complete
That it completely slipped through her shy smile
To become visible to all the people around.
Her rigged reality
was poisoning her hopes and crowding
her thoughts to push them into illusions.
She was a simple child inside her clown body,
a soul so caged wanting to be liberated,
while her delusions were wretchedly dancing her hopes.
She was wondering if somewhere,
someone was thinking and dreaming of her.
She walked so lonely on her lonely life road
that nothing could change her fate.
She wanted to let her life float on the losing breeze.
Poem by Marieta Maglas
beautiful beauty of repetitional use of the same word. simply marvelous. changing variations of application ringing with loud decency embracing emotion with its prior choice...And that she is known now throughout the world. continents are full of those...so, as an object selection of she is also universal. Regards, pranab 10++
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Great Drama, saddest and traumatical poem I ever read. Thank you for sharing this utmost tragedy. God's Blessings in Abundance.