Poezja

I accept, my defeat― 
in the hands of Ariel. 
 
You start hiding from your 
own chrysanthemums. 
 
Trying to merge the agony 
with the diminutive flight. 
 
The tale of a big fall from 
the height of assimilation― 
 
I will go all the way to 
challenge the unknown fear. 
 
The passage was full of 
bumps, slowing the pace of kisses.