Sweet Serenity


Photo by ©2012-2017 Khomenko

In feverish nights
In ticklish fights
Where the strength of a warrior is sniffed out
In a doubtful life
In a faithful knife
Where the sanity of a girl is dimmed down

An angelic voice it was at first
Mixed with a flavor of sweetness and humor
It gradually shuts the demon’s thirst
A drug or a cure, he could be for her tumor

The sweet voice planted its seed
In a mind that was taught to bleed
It bloomed into hope, joy and shelter
Things he gave her in the shape of a sweater

When the feverish nights arrive
When the ticklish fights thrive
When her life shivers in doubt
When the knife demands to shout
That’s when she picks up the sweater
Sending out a prayer and gratitude for her shelter


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