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LOVE UNCONQUERED
I could almost see her And yet I could not. I ought to have sweat blood then From the anguish of my yearning Crying out for her From the fervor of my supplications To have but one glimpse Of love. After all these battles After losing all the strength within Still remains Love unconquered That breaks me down with grief Every time my mind alludes To a part of her Every time my soul senses a gentle approach I feel her near-by, In light shades of colors, That my achromatic heart perceives as light. It is my sky that becomes blacker At an indefinite height overhead Above the rough and chill, ice ground With crags that hurt And make me bleed. Grey clouds spread disorderly Bear that impress that hollows in me Had blenched from my breast To look for love unconquered Left behind The only who could hear My brush of feet.
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