Devoted to Казакова Наташа.
The Black Queen.
The forest’s around
And you’re beside me.
The changing fantasy
In our minds.
You know her well:
She is like Sunday.
She always searches,
But seldom finds. – She’s an idealist.
The Black Queen
Between
Death and Paradise.
Never sacrifice
Her privacy –
It’s right.
She’s bright
She’s unique.
D’you want to speak
To her soul?
She says no?
She’s mysterious.
Can be serious
And laugh aside.
You’ll be dried,
You’ll be in Paradise.
Again she’ll rise.
Come to the seeing
Of The Black Queen.
The Black Queen
© Copyright: Марина Князева, 2006
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