These Poetic Chambers
Unable to escape, I remain
in these poetic chambers
that are a labyrinth of sweet refrain...
never being attacked and frightened by echoing voices
or clouds that are swollen with rain:
I'm blessed not to have heard them or felt dreariness!
Visions are converted to verses,
nothing is left to lay in oblivion to abandon rage,
a rage a forgiving heart forgets
to move on and search for thoughts in late age;
do I imagine total freedom consumed in extreme desires?
No, this is my heavenly refuge: a place of serenest image!
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