Yes you may take

Yes you may forsake
All the words are ready at hand

And you may spit
And say ‘that’s it-
I’ll pour my hours down the sand’

And you may kill
What’s at your will
And self eat the fire swords

But then do not ever try
To winglessly fly
On strings and broken cords

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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