'The Abydossian Bride' By Anna Polibina-Polansky: A Lyric Excerpt Poem by Anna Polibina-Polansky

I was the AbydOssian Bride
There in the land of wintry palm-trees. The dusk got drown in bulbs of light. I did belong to sultry countries. It was this way. My prose went,
Of rare plots, of sudden endings. It was unheard-of, to betray That high idea slightly bended. It was this way, each twilight there. I went my coral crown for hours. There was a glance to warmly spare To others, for myself, entowered. It went so at the bleached beach, Of pebbles, and of chalk, of sand just. Each sunset brought khurmA and peach. I keep those stains and spots and patches. So my emotion got renewed In faces, to be memorized, yet. So envied, was the borrowed tune. Hosanna. Shine, and so, arise then. I wisper your simplistic name. The air is full of tropic birdies. The Xmas here is not the same: I do recall its misty wording. Things wear your enlightened name, My qween, in masts of distant vessels. I prmised to enroll in fame, Your faithfulness, my principessa. I am sufficed, I don't look back. I'm saturated with reflections. There's none that can be thought as lack Of the unearthly, tart perfection. The words od gratitude are high. So do consider my devotion. I watch that flawless, lofty sky Of our tropical emotions. December,2022; the Black Sea.