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Adriana Yaneva Poem
Before I am reposed at last, weave me a crown of flowers
So for when I pass death's threshold, I might carry life
For the rotting halo I wear might turn me into an angel
And my decomposing body to have a companion
Copyright © Adriana Yaneva | Year Posted 2024
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Adriana Yaneva Poem
Once a naive child
Sought after the sea
To feel as vivid blue
As the depths of it
Ventured in too far
Got swallowed by a wave
Trapped into the waters
Dissolving into them
Hence why I have no body
No place to keep my soul
Passed on all my sorrows
To waves crashing on the shore
Copyright © Adriana Yaneva | Year Posted 2024
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Adriana Yaneva Poem
The confines of my flesh erode my soul
My ribcage wages war on my heart
I wish to tear myself apart from this prison of rotting bones
As only then should I taste this decaying world's sweetness
I long for the life of the oceans
All-seeing, all-consuming forces of nature
Whose fury submerges cities in its ferocity
Their smooth bodies undestroyable divine to our wretched forms
The fury in my body was molded for a divine force
My sorrows made only for the inanimate to bear
Loose waves that belong to the oceans
Apathy of the waters is for I took their care
Copyright © Adriana Yaneva | Year Posted 2024
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