(birth)day gift of love

What can a poor poet do

if pleasure is her true vocation
If she knows that laughter
is the last defense of freedom?
A poet never knows
for certain these days

how to save a soul

from the torments of remorse

Maybe that’s why
love floods through her chest
and inoxerably upon finding it
she’ll fall into its arms

Olga Nolla

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