The Zeal - Poem by donald kuutsi
Its been, days, weeks, months the can't study war anymore in my mind and heart as destiny is calling my name, the zeal for the game is glowing bright and the zeal is like a fire that can't be unquenched..
I have succumbed my self to this zeal as this envy is making my nerves to boil as if l have drank Screaming Eagle Carbenet Sauvigion as the zeal has made me to be wide awake, eyes wide opened like a Falcon Kestrel..
Its time high time l spit it out
the zeal is burning in my heart
and Glowing in my heart like a Richard II sword glowing from blacksmith's Furnace, the time is now, l was born to make it happend, the zeal is making me to inhale a different oudour, tomorrow's certanity that is hidden like a blackdiamond which is not easy to find..
The zeal has made my heart strong, any with that comes in my way l m ready, l was born ready to play the game, on the wet sand along the beaches, smooth sand, in hot ashes , thorns, THROUGH GOD'S WILL, the dice will always roll on the table and guns will be in my hands to protect the dice, l dont need a mask to inhale the gunpowder, the time is now l have to accept the zeal
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