The poetic side
Of loneliness,
Cold winds
Above the beloved Greece.
Flowers are attractive
But they lead to detention.
Your life is torn into two,
You see the darker,
The stronger side of yourself,
That crystallizes
In your warm nest.
While all the rest
Enjoy the sunlight,
You fall asleep
Among piles of gold,
And your sad beauty
Will never get old.
Proserpine
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2022
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