Lost Poem by Magdalena Biela

Lost



Lost pride
last seen
the teachers' lounge.
In ‘99
somewhere
South-east of Europe.
It was vintage
bruised
brutalized
persona
non
grata
yet it was mine.
I travelled since
searching for it
in vane.
Who may find it
please
return it
tograve number 5
the Mountain Ash tree
facing the heaven.
Reward:
three bloody tears
and my story.

Lost
Sunday, November 12, 2017
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