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Sin of Wrath

Your face shakes,
your voice twists,
your eye distorts,
your mouth squirms.
Wrath hits all you,
a quiver stirs
and darkens your blood
and hardens your heart.
Then, venomously,
your echo carves
and scratches my mind,
my soul disheartens.
Patiently, I blandish you
and at last I soothe the fire,
but a spark, by God!,
I leave for a new start!

I have written this my poetry in Italian language, therefore its translation in English language could have minor "Vis Poetica".
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