Exhausted.
Exhausted in the seeking
Of a child of love, at last
At least.
As to a gambler who plays all
I played blindly and I
Was no less worried or glad
That I was blind.
Though and albeit
For after all we are speaking of
A child of love.
And that be all, all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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