It could be easy
to let my heart go
and drift in splendid arms
of warmth
of sweet oblivion
and elegant decay
I could be easy
for a warrior
encouraged enough
who
proud
and caring
would make of laughs
and smiles
the sound of my days
But it's easier
to be stubborn
faith-full
and constantly on hold
it's easier
because it's the only truth
that my heart
will beat through.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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