Box of sparks

They look at me.
The sound of Glory Box coming in...
"Playing with this bow and arrow"
I once a woman was,
But now I have gain a new frame.

A new allegiance.
A new love.
A new death,
Under the water.
With jealousy
On the olive groves.

I have reached the changing...
For good or bad...
Aye, it is a change.


Autora: Julia Niemeyer