Of The Sore

Of the sore, I wouldn’t do not to deal with you anymore.
I begin to enjoy it.
The pain I feel, the wound I suffer.
All injury,
tomorrow’s sorrow,
I face.
Not to fear,
feel free to bear.
Of the sore,
I will deal to you again
for countless year
I am not affraid.
O the sore!
Face me! like I face to you.

© Andy Riyan

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