She wasn’t taller than her doll-house. She was still writing to Santa Claus. Dark curly hair and wide open eyes she piously kneeled piercing the skies. She smiled to Heaven and silently said: ‘With this heart I Thee wed! ‘.
She blossomed slowly as a dark Rose, her wild thorns brought bleeding to her many foes. Her pale fingers played with rosaries and ink. She kept watching the heaven without a blink. She smiled to the blue Moon and silently said: ‘With these eyes I Thee wed! ‘.
Only once she met the dark Evening Star. Her heart echoed its shine near and far. She opened her bud, her thorns she killed, with divine love the dark Rose was filled. She smiled to Him and silently said: ‘With this life and love I Thee wed! ‘
I am a citizen of this wonderful world. I live in the language of every country, in the poetry of every language. I was born once with the word. I dream your dreams, I think your thoughts, I feel your fear, pain, joy, sorrow, doubt, serenity. I exist because you create me. Keep me alive in your poems and we shall live happily ever after.Maria Magdalena Biela
Revive thee the sun of home, REVIVE THEE the son of Tome.. where casteth thee thy piping rays where goest thee thy solid shadows mama’s only son and pride of Tom” that one strong , once bold ,young man adored