I know it's madness,
But I wander in its spellbinding endless maze.
I plunge in sadness,
And it blinds me by its bewitching hidden face.
It's livelihood.
It's shelter in a gentle featherbed.
I'm lost in feelings' wood,
What guides me step by step far ahead.
I know it's end
And cuddle up to its alluring flaming lips,
I leave the land
And see that storm of all desires sleeps.
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© Copyright: Людмила Титова-Хевенс, 2016
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