A Shadowing Poem by Angiuli Aguiar

A Shadowing



Will my heart not be as fierce,
But merely a rusty spear to pierce
At Will's wooden door,
But break no more,
And then, upon defeat,
Retreat?

Beat! O Heart, beat!
Prepare for when your strength depart;
And when love and art
No more suffice,
Prepare your sacriffice.

Wednesday, April 30, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: age
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