Fresh And Cruel Poem by Dan Uriel

I read the letter
how the lines cry of secret
tear my heart on my corpse
and yet, still jubilant letter

the desire that has been lost
and you are spirited, snow white
who unwrap small letters often
anyone who loves feared secret

covering the period covered cliff
my soul was perhaps anxious
and was close to the final destruction
so the dream that has been lost

now I know pale rosy face
pure soul do not be afraid
when the heart songs of love
saved my disbelief.sinful soul