Svetlana Hristova (Macedonia)
You shield me from the blades of the grass' sabres,
from sickness,
from undiscorverd insects' wars.
You shield me from blows, from threats,
from the cold,
from the peace of skulls in secret snares.
You protect and betray me!
You will not succed!
If I am but a little in you
and you are much in me.
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