The Sword by Maria Fokas

My mind in helpless roam
Antique dreams and harp whispers;

Between losing and winning
Hearts wintered in leaves that float ashore
Shallow rays of dizzy lights –
Mirrored in the dead of night

I close my eyes again;
The sword falls from my hand

A word sharper than a sword
Before we turn to stone.

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