MAQ Magazine n. 10 / February 2019
Sharp flashes of passion
Soul and body disturbed.
Saw the sun rainy
In the sky, spellbound,
How not in myself I looked.
Swoon, enchantment, eclipse?
Fierce demon arrows?
Or events confluence?
Evil love, as in ambush,
Often traps us.
Mind have feelings in blockade.
Are we to blame?
Or treacherous reward for something
Destiny avenges us, does not forgive ...
©: EL Sokolova, 01/08/19