The (Sixth) Sense Poem by Marieta Maglas

The gray cloudy sky scream (ing) s
Only icy clouds throw down their hail on the Earth-
To kill the green (belt) with their viole(n) t dance-
And (to) red (d) (the) shadowy earth- still cries-we are alive-
Throwing up all its war (ren) shadows in the sky
To reach the permanent heaven with their painful sacrifice.
The heaven strenuously may (h) eat the pain (through)
In silence- we exist and feel the pain-
The last remnants of the green may rustle in the leaves
Trying to soak into the rotten yellow.
The blue may (stage) whisper in the breeze,
Holding the memories of the past.
Voices from extra dimensions
(I love adding new dimensions to my life)
And psychedelic visions
May irreversibly modify the (sixth) sense of the reality.

Poem by Marieta Maglas