I stare
because I dare
to see you tremble
with the blows
of wind that comes and goes
and again get steady
to state that you're still ready
to fight the fleeting until the end
just because you understand.
You crack, you sing and burn
and take what is yours to earn
around the fireplaces
and warm beloved faces -
every decoy
of the smooth that doesn't destroy.
30/04/2018
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