She thinks her soul can be free, <br />She's not a Little Bittern bird, <br />She sightly imagines she will be. <br /> <br />Her deep blue eye embraces <br />The unendurable bitterness. <br />Forbidden love slightly traces <br /> <br />Some love lines on her face. <br />She smokes her grievances <br />Deeply infused into her grace. <br /> <br />In the castle of her freezing dreams, <br />While being bidden for blue roses, <br />She releases all her fused screams... <br /> <br />She veers to the logical extremes.<br /><br />Marieta Maglas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bitter-23/
