Sister Mary
Vyarka Kozareva
Nobody knows
How many moons she wired
Between her first and last love.
The dark veil
Left pleated on the callous trunk
Rocks light to sleep
Even the night is far.
The cerulean eyes disguise the pain
On which
Fissured hells coded the distance
With the dialect of humbleness.
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Vyarka Kozareva lives in Bulgaria. Her work has appeared in Adelaide Literary Magazine, Ariel Chart, and Poetry Pacific.
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