NATURE Poem by Lyubomira Videva

Her eyes –
tiny wooden coffins,
wrapped up in spider webs.
Inside – unnecessary staff,
memories and corpses.
Her hands – broken fins,
they flew too much.
The legs – dead branches,
blown by sad storms,
the leaves, the warmth – gone.
Hair – hurricanes of ash,
scattered inside others’ lifes.
She is a total disaster,
she is the nature.
All the grief
inside her.

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