The dark beauty
The dark love,
Grieving my darkness,
The red meat
And the blood of my sadness,
Carving in the sand
Its shadow,
The scissor,
Lurking in grass
Its soft violence
For the kinetic buds
And the returning sap through the
Needles eyes
Of the tree,
The wayward yearning
To share the string waves
Of starting, stopping
And restarting,
Forever kinetic,
Two feelings meeting
For becoming then one,
Like words entwining
To give life unto that is itself.
Dark clouds flushing the wound.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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