I'm eager for the sweat and the conquest;
Even between a smile and a caress,
I can refill the vessel,
That's been placed in my body;
I can sing a silent hymn,
That is getting arisen now,
In which Tranquility is being grateful,
By giving away her conscience;
Just a Holy Sword is willing to draw a beaten,
In which the blood claims a fate marked by a Saint;
So I will never stumble on my old feet;
By opening my eyes,
I could realize that,
The sun was more willing to give his light than,
Waiting for him in the shades.
- Author: Poetae Opus ( Offline)
- Published: May 3rd, 2017 19:27
- Category: Spiritual
- Views: 34
Comments1
Image rich . The conquest of the soul liberates .
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