Monumental grace
Of her symmetrical face,
She lays empires down,
And slowly they drown
In fire.
Born out of Jupiter's head,
She spreads mysteries unread,
And when the stars fall down from the sky,
She can put them back in line.
While the city rushes into its fast rhythm,
She is shown in gardens and graffitti,
She gives so much and she takes so little,
Only your calmness and your mind's riddles.
Minerva
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2022
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