I didn’t care —

About the „glow of the moment“-
When LOVE was being murdered-
I held his bowstring-
He aimed precise-
Tossing hot bullets-
Made of ice-

Sometimes of silence-
Of care sometimes-
Happy leftovers of his doubts-
Like Queen Titania or Mab-
I sing now-
With a broken heart-

Lady Godiva-
I remind-
No one‘s allowed to see my ride-
Through my abandoned palace-
Day after day-
Shutting all gates-
With Grace—

©️Dalia Lane

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