Simple

(In memoriam of our singer Madalina Manole, who died after she committed suicide.) If she would die Simple Being only Profoundly devastated By grieve Perhaps nobody Would have understood what happened to her. But she didn't die so simple. He died forever For everyone to understand The reason why The pure and simple truth Is rarely pure And never simple. In this world Perceived through our senses. We are nonexistent Without our soul. And the world makes no sense Any longer. Tears do not fall, Leaves do not wither, Flowers do not bloom Ever. Simple They disappear Being destroyed In their self-esteem. Poem by Marieta Maglas