Sonnet For Dirty Secrets

The orchid flower's scent for Her Highness Is like a love letter from far away, Or like new happiness for human kindness, Or like birds chirping in the spring of May! As Helen of Troy, she's magnificent~ Her dirty secrets in her inner sky. The truths don't make her blush in self-torment, She breathes the scent of any opened lie. The feeling that indifference can twist Means love for the truth, never a false tear. Maybe Helen of Troy might not exist, But the sense of truth cannot disappear. The cruel theatre of her black heart Makes her frivolity a work of art. Poem by Marieta Maglas