Withered canvas in new color,
sentiments evaporating,
ancient moments jumping in the present,
a meltdown and a flash flood of hues,
cracklings of the whole light,
anti configuration for all the dihedral angles,
a lot of faces with red scarring
understanding some riots and
any unborn silent scream,
brief flutter of the skipped heart beat,
no static evolutionary movement,
a need to envisage the political
imagination of national freedom
within the florescent frameworks,
many disorders of eruptive erosions
and erosive eruptions
to galvanize the ugliness.
Poem by Marieta Maglas
Marieta Maglas
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