Obsolete quiver of the universe
Call me when you breathe in your sad universe
To feel you and to love you into my verse
Because I know so well that from the same clay
Our souls and Galaxy were made yesterday.
That from the same stone could forever envy
Both planet Venus and the light from your eye.
When I am with you, I'm not surprised that I brace
This branch for holding your entire universe.
I hold you in my soul as an ancient skald,
As I hold the moonlight in my emerald.
And I feel your deep pain by touching your tear,
When I incline myself to love you my dear.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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