Quatrain 9 – fado
your lips will steal my naked words
when skin to skin our bodies waste
a drop of blood carried by swords
like cross to death we had to taste
© Marius Surleac
Categories: Poetry
expressive, feeling, Poetry, quatrain
your lips will steal my naked words
when skin to skin our bodies waste
a drop of blood carried by swords
like cross to death we had to taste
© Marius Surleac
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