My sight chipped out the clouds
from the sky. My eyes became
so expressive for you. The clouds
were your thoughts having
the polarity of love. This love of ours
was, in fact, a 'sweet slavery'. We
were searching for our rainbow of
dreams, we were searching for our
color of happiness. Sometimes,
I'm so tired of you, living between
the meanders of your soul. I'm
so tired that I need to cry. The
vibration of your voice becomes
a tear at dawn. Then, love seems
to explode inside of us. This
explosion is like a sunrise. I
expect The Divine to sit nicely
there, in the depth of our souls, and
to flow brightly as the
water flows on mountain rocks.
Poem by Marieta Maglas
A love story so real. It has a good ending. I like this poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I expect The Divine to sit nicely there, in the depth of our souls and to flow brightly as the water flows on mountain rocks.. Beautifully said. Very nice poem. Enjoyed reading it. Tfs