Poems by Margaret Kowalewska

Poems by Margaret Kowalewska

 

Muse

Her body veiled
with the aura of night
The beam of celestial stream
reaches her with trance

Inspired by divinity of stars
Musing in the melting ice
of the milky way’s gate
Elusive as the blue butterfly,
she touches the pen of a poet
and lets it bloom with divine spray

 

***

When blue ice turns to red lava,
the flower loses his mind
drunk with the scent of a butterfly

(c) Margaret Kowalewska

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