The fortress

Too unbreakable,
Your look is too ctyptic,
And a wall of grief
Stands in front of me.

What is forgiven
When it comes to the others,
Is not forgivable
When it comes to me.

Broken wings
Of mine
And your touch that can heal,

But I am just a game, a joke,
A malicious code,
A pack of wolves,
A white night.

The beauty you see
I inhale,
The silence we share
Is a source of miracles.


'There's no one certain way to be OK' - I say,

And you keep talking to the past,
Long years ago,

I keep losing,
But I do it with a gracious smile.


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