17.10.06
Around scorn I fail
Thy tear-it is my slayer.
Dost thy soul cry in despair?
My Holy prayer…
The lust commits the murder,
‘Tis imp that aye will slaughter,
I swear that I have heard you,
My Holy turture.
My tears ain’t sly and lying,
I’m craving for thee, smiling,
Thou mayst know-I’m relying
On Hily sign.
Excuse my morbid passion,
It is nay cruel, I mention,
I ain’t worth thy attention,
‘Tis apprehension.
Failure
© Copyright: Марья Лааксонен, 2009
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