Conquer My Blood
- Ata Zargarof
- Feb 18, 2017
- 1 min read
O Lord,
conquer my blood;
and the colourless fragrance of despair
rise into the desolate clouds
and become part of them.
Absolve me
of my anguish
like a fat stone in the heart:
melt it away;
scorch me
into melt
to flow through the earth
and fuel the Suns.
02/17/2017
Richmond
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