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
started to tremble in the wind. The ideas
would fall into a silent abysm, but they
have become as hard as those boulders
falling to hit people and to bloody their
reality. I am talking about those newcomers
picking the flowers and having injured
smiles. It looked like life that was destroyed
itself under a predefined set of circumstances.
Those people had ghostly, spectral feelings.
Those feelings began to grow into the Light of
God, Who has started to reconcile all things
to Himself through His Embodied Word.
Poem by Marieta maglas
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good poem, thanks.I like it. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
U craft it in a splendid way and then end it in a superb divine way, of gr8 embodiment. I hope u read my latest too.