I would be
Your reclusive word
On your own inside.
I would disintegrate
Your ideas
To recompose them
For love.
I would be
That inferred light from you,
Lost, somewhere, in the Orion constellation.
I would be a part of you,
As you
But everything would become
Pain
In one morning,
For sure, you would be awake
To embarrass
My absence.
I need to understand
Your fictitious existence.
All I have now is the memory of our feelings…
The blue bird, the bird of happiness
Is flying again
On the sky
To be absorbed in it
To the limit
Between visible and invisible.
Nothing is perfect around….
Perfection and equilibrium
Are all I mean,
While The Lord
Is Saving
Our vertical movements…




Marieta Maglas

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