Foolish Heart

When the flower
Was in bloom today,
A tear rolled down
The marble petal walls.
Of it not being with you.
This surprised me.
That it could happen,
When my body was at its
Most calculating.
When my mind was on remote.
The heart whispered, something.
Could not hear it, not well.
I was busy in the labyrinths
Of market-day desire.
Then it let out a scream.
A hollow, shattering wail.
And I could not avoid
Being forever turned.
Through a most gentle storm,
A most unforgiving fire.
 
© Milana Vujkov, Foolish Heart, 2012

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