-Roslyn Rochanmawi Buhril
Not a foe, but more of a friend you are.
In anticipation of you I wait.
With my heart blank, and hollow with no care,
And my whole being paralyzed in plait,
Am I tossed around in your swelling blue.
Drink i, to fill this unquenchable thirst
As my strength sapped off, from my body through,
My life in these veins ceases, for the curse.
O curse…but you are a blessing to me!
In thy state of trial do I find solace;
In thy quiet bower of dripping honey,
My bitterness melts away with no trace.
True are you to me, for you are in me
So shall I stand by you, for all to see..
[DT 5/6]
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