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Updated on August 28, 2017

At night,

When solitary crickets

Sing me canticles,

To sleep,

I wish we wert

Twin wings concerted,

Turning midair,

To the East...

The firm ligament of virtue

Would be our love's garantor

Stout as Kremlin's towers - fervor!

Our tears would be the feathers.

Thou art both ambrosia and hemlock,

And yet nothing in between,

Thou art sanity and madness,

A straitjacket closing thin.

Still i'm lying in the open.

Mindfully eyeing the stars,

Dissimilar to what we could be,

Splenetic still, 'bout what we are.


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      Mihnea-Andrei Andreescu 8 months ago from Tilburg

      Thank you very much Isabella, your appraisal of my work is very generous.I see you are also a poet and you're from Texas.I'm moving to Dallas in a few years time to join the local bar as a sitting attorney! I love the Lone Star State.All the best - Andrei.

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      Bella Allred 8 months ago

      This has an incredible and as always, very unique voice. You are of the best and the brightest.

      -Much love,