Maria Magdalena Biela
Maria Magdalena Biela Poems
|81.||Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep / Sa Nu Plangi La Mormantul Meu||9/25/2015|
|82.||Primavara / Spring||4/17/2015|
|83.||One Perfect Rose / Un Trandafir Perfect||5/27/2017|
|84.||The Actor And The Savages||1/19/2015|
|85.||On His Birthday||9/18/2015|
|86.||Analfabetilor / You, Illiterates||9/21/2015|
|89.||Franciscae Meae Laudes||3/19/2015|
|90.||The Wounded Healer||4/1/2015|
|91.||A Losing Hand||11/23/2015|
|92.||The Wedding Photo||2/20/2014|
|93.||A Child's Prayer||9/11/2017|
|94.||Weep No More, My Willow Tree!||7/31/2014|
|95.||Written On The Wind||6/29/2014|
|96.||The Empty Room||11/28/2014|
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The Empty Room
I stood silently watching the room
it was my last time there.
My eyes in sadness mirrored the gloom
that was too hard to bear.
With heavy heart I swallowed my tears
while I was held and kissed.
I knew that after all those years
I'll miss and I'll be missed.
An empty room was quizzing me:
'How much do you remember? '
I saw myself through memory
until this last November.
How many children did I raise?
How many minds I've lightened?
I was a teacher all my days
and I was never...
I Kid You Not
My eyes tell always: 'I shan't! '
when people want the hunters' hunt,
yet, in their hunt I have been caught,
I kid you not.
At times I'm Arthur and Merlin,
my thoughts as swords come out and in,
Aye, with my crabbit thoughts I fought,
I kid you not.