My soul is guilty of love
My soul is guilty of love,
That love devastating my life
To create a new better one.
My love tastes my flesh,
That painful part of me
Continuously and little by little
Dieing.
I still feel this need for temporary things,
But love will never be a thing.
It will never be temporary.
I still try to reconcile
My individual part of world
With my Christian faith.
I still live between
Primitive and humble animals,
Trying to understand my solitude,
Trying to save my unfulfilled desires,
Thinking that
The whole past human glory
Is enough for me.
I try to understand
Its delicate dazzling dream
Of reaching the eternity in ephemeral.
I'm overwhelmed with
Its fossil coral thought and its wet reality.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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