Marieta Maglas Poems

Bronze bells' breeze of September showers,
Freezing fluttering fragile flowers,
Tearing the time's tide tactile sense
May leave long love's lighting lance intense.
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Her rags made her feel imprisoned

in an invisible cage.
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I am in the shadow of that reality
that will become existent.

I feel the solar spring
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Love is not
what we call an object.
Yet, it is still an object.
It has functions & variables.
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I have heard the Robin Birds
chirping and singing- a pray
at the start of a new dawn- words
and dreams for your birthday.
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Dressed in an African free gown,
She has never been on her own.
Drinks coffee because she's alone.
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Beyond this frozen yonder,
a rain of love and sacrifice
unfroze the still, red rose.
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Something within the mountain~
a sadness that seeps through the walls;
no human voice; mist to cover all;
cicada becoming only decorative art;
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The lead ideas fell on thinking as those
voices coming from a bad dream. The yellow
of the daisies became sharper than the
serpents' teeth, and the fragrant sun
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Live in goodness and
use only powerful words.
Explore their depth.
That magic is nestled within their structure,
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