In the mirror of her green-
an opened eye,
The sky still high
as a deep-drawn heaven's sigh,
a need to fly.
Incarcerated in a thinking style,
her intoxicated love, her thoughts.
Saga, time, bells' heavy chime,
memories, and aesthetic ersatz.
Poem by Marieta Maglas
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem