PoetryYour Eyes of Azure by Margarita Serafimova Our tenderness is a she-wolf, she is tearing at us and killing us.No, I have nothing to give youbut blood. Share this: Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Print (Opens in new window) Print More Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like this:Like Loading…