What is that
of your eyesight, that
Catapult pellets
through your loving eyes
Gaining acceptance
by a hit
Until then my heart was as turbid
as a dusty storm
taking penance
in all disturbances by the air
Now, that
You have whetted me
by your magical skills
I am enlivened
More than what
a warm breath could define -
The whole saga of a wartime
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