BY THE MAGIC OF WORDS.. marijanajtheferpopov

Poetess lights fires

in the innocent game of infidelity.

On the whiteness of paper

she strings words,

forms necklace.

Like the one made of pearls,

while it bounces

on hot breasts,

(by the magic of inspiration)

necklace is offering, giving itself

to the verse which penetrated her

(in the name of the glory

of rhyme and poetry).

The poet is

a lurking temptation

that with a pen can make:

clarity of innocence muddy;

turn skilfully

necklace upside down;

kindle fire, flames, live coals,

madness not understood by everyone,

but lightly judged just the same.

Long live poetry!

Regardless of her destiny…

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