Cham Palace

My tormentor
Is at the door
But how will he
Ever grab me?
Though he persists
I don't exist
You can't be caught
No war is fought
When surrender
Swift and tender
Takes up the child
Through the breeze mild
To the ether
Of the Father
I can't be seen
Where Have I been?

 

 

 
 
 


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