Thursday, November 10, 2016

A Gift of Mercy

My flesh is tangled with desire and memory.
But my soul, like an unquenchable fire,
Is free.
When the cacophonous storm
That makes each path impassable
Blows over, I will sleep.
Till then, I leave no mercy for myself
And scan the rain-soaked world
From behind the golden veil of my dreams.

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