by Marius Surleac

rest your wounds in my shelter
tomorrow when I’ll have to die
you shall give me a kiss

Thy word’s powerfulness
stroke within my core
I’m trembling
my fingers – the proof

shall rest now
it’s the last night


Thee Father my soul
I offer


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