Vision
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Marieta Maglas
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The silence kills the words
And buries them
In the old time
The nerve of ours
Bleeding Love
Rasps
The spine of thrills
Vibrating resonantly
The empty amphora
Of soul
The woeful eyes
Drip their tears of light
Disintegrating all our dreams
The sorrows are solid
Into the recesses of the new time
I realize that
We lost ourselves
And this loss of
Our feelings
Has always
A bitter taste.
Poem by Marieta Maglas
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