Mihaica Andreea Poems

Wind chuckles, stirring to unrest,
Those who dwell in Earth`s cold breast
Never shall be granted obliterating rest,
Those who bear the fetid Blood Crest.
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Withered hand of time,
Reaches after a pale tress,
To silence thy life.
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Come to me you strangest love,
Flawed and sore like a one-winged dove.
Come to me, lead my heart,
Love me until the day we shall depart.
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