The sun burns the sky. The steps
crush the red of the leaves. It's an
incomprehensible mystery in the
structure of the leaving green. The
sound drums the holy bell of light.
It's an unbearable restlessness in
the structure of white. Red and white
snapdragons smother their prey.
Poem by Marieta Maglas
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem