On a Silent Motion

Poetae Opus

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 Offline)
  • Published: May 3rd, 2017 19:27
  • Category: Spiritual
  • Views: 34
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  • swingline

    Image rich . The conquest of the soul liberates .

    • Poetae Opus

      Thanks for your comment.



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