How Artemia Lost Her Brother - Poem by Vanesa Varga
Heart has gone sober and cold.
These were the days when it was forbidden to wear
green, white and gold.
Artemia placed the bowl on the carpet
Sitting on the floor, masterfully she handled the dough.
Swiftly, gently and then slow.
Angry blue eyes never looked up.
That was the night when Argus sat near her once more.
Silent, sad and in blood war.
Artemia and Argus have parted.
Not a word was spoken, not a look was shared.
Soul mates have not paired.
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