A snow white lotus
the winter’s bogus
under the vermilion moon
do not mind the bloody typhoon
a drop of life
a smile like a knife
into the deep night’s mist
a spring banquet a queen’s feast
She traveled a thousand miles into this vast land
tracing everything
with a scarred hand
hiked the silent mountain
a futile search for youths
fountain
crossed the angry river
a fragile figure
rested in a cuckoo’s nest
celebrating a lies fest
she never cried she never laughed
a miserable cartoon’s
draft
a jade heart can indeed be hurt
But it will never bend
alas! she succumbed to fate
nothing can be mend
when surrounded by hate
when the humans cast their spells
they catch butterfly's wings
when heavens cast their nets
they catch human souls
the butterfly's wings have already perished
Maria Rodopoulou
