Armistice
This heart of mine is
a wanderer nomad and
now it is on the
loose. It became wroth
and restless for the mind is
bowed down; the shameful
armistice is now
signed. Because it is still
aware that if it
gave upon on you,
if it ceased to love, it would
cease to beat eternally.
Copyright © Diana Bosa | Year Posted 2016
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