Independence

Independence

A Poem by Noir Crescent

Hand whom guides me

to the world I must see,

but, I, wish not to be,

I'll severe thee.


Mouth that speaks love,

I rather a dove

from night's above

as thee be shove.


Thou gives me a mark

by whip of a tree bark

and sends me to dark,

yet, share love, like a shark.


Hence, I took thy blade

and place thy different shade

as I made

for thou a heavenly glade.

© 2016 Noir Crescent


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Added on May 6, 2016
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Noir Crescent
Noir Crescent

New York City , NY



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