Mine soul is like a cradle,
of an unforeseen blasts.
Who knows me from inside,
where hidden is the power,
which would be able my soul
once calm, presently restless,
with the only one word to hush?
You my beloved was unable do it,
Unable, maybe you wanted not.
Want not to still my unrest,
Unable to resolve whispers of my heart.
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