The thought that faith requires
That one should wait his call
When of Heaven aspires
Intimidates my soul
The fear that stalks my heart
Exacts toll on my mirth
As doubt would not depart
It undermines my worth
My confidence erodes
Like banks eaten by floods
Or iron that corrodes
Or sinful royal bloods.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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