Peace that embraces like lover’s arms
The fatigue of battles over pride and reasoning,
Shall scatter like sunshine through turquoise marbles
To lit up the face of a child in the Devil.
Armour that comes your way from Love to lava
Shall wither like clothes between lovers in arms…
When naked and naïve those gypsy wings flutter,
Shunned by norms, in a sky, where rests your palm.
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