Prisoner Of War    by Laura-Ines Piantini
                         

I seek the endless ages of hours past my chrism escape.
The dust be taken, foul forsaking Morning showing soon should break.
Thy unknown to me, trickles down my spine with fear.
Loving thy heart takes silence from stricken breath
Tranquil and placid world.

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