My king
You never had
A real dream love
Your ideas,
Empowered you
So deeply
Making you completely
Unable
To turn your dreams
Into reality.
You didn't taste
The rain
And never danced
Its dance
Holding your love
Feeling the water
Seeping
Into your skin
You never cried
For not being a child
Any longer,
Even when you forgot
Yourself
Falling away
Into your very old
Abyss
You never screamed
The darkness,
And you never had
The courage
To make love
In the snow,
Melting its coldness
On the ground,
And hearing
The chicks of snowy plover
Pipping inside
Of their eggs
So, don't touch my soul
You cannot be my king.
You didn't make me who I am.
If you could really love me,
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poem by Marieta Maglas
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