Fettered love in quiet breaks
its bonds and frees the soul that takes
the risk of all, and dares to dream,
in fits of rapture coils its seams.
Hope unbidden, doubt unseen
echo from the wind-
                   it screams,
the wind, which bends but does not break
the reason
risk my soul will take.



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