POETESS MARINA
Her songs carried me through the ether...
They knew her as a poet, with an unusual name!
The wind scattered her blue hair...
Love was the motif of every one of her verses!
Many lied that they saw her soul...
But people are like that, always wearing masks...
They couldn't just predict her lines...
Like that gold coin for the soft, celebratory cake!
And somehow, our souls found each other...
I, a poor poet,
She, a true star...
I didn't notice anything bad in her,
My soul loved her
Because she's so wholesome!
She will age locked in my heart...
Like vintage wine, aging suits her quality...
It's not worth spoiling the written words...
Hey, persistent reader, her name is Marina.
Aleksandar "Sale" Janković