This is an ancestral object from my great grandfathers and it goes as inheritance. <br />They wore for a better fortune but they all lost their wars and the horses died in vain. <br />These crucial wars never stopped. <br />Very seldom I used to wear this and hide in the turtleneck. <br />Yes, a harmless war and I stick to myself. <br />But it's very hard to control. <br />Mind looks like a sticking plaster. <br />This talisman won't reacts for my stillborn yearning <br />And the both I buried in the isolated garden of old love. <br /> <br />To my poet friend Duncan.Wyllie<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-old-talisman/
