Poetry - Martina Danielova

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Sunday, 13 October 2013

Faith

It's close to the midnight
stars just woke up
infinity has taken place in the soul
blended with the air
and the world is twisting
in the crystal haze of innocence
cut off old layers
in bath with hot milk and blood
more to get
means more to give
and every day will become a grace.




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