Poetry - Martina Danielova
Words confuse the story
Monday, 18 November 2013
Unafraid
Lest to find him I implore
his tinsel heart so sweet
that I can wear soft, adore
and love without retreat.
Dim out the truth of naked lies
there he is - on the narrow glade
in the purity of a wild wind he flies
ready to upkeep the storm, unafraid!
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