How sweet is death smiling
fragile white lady
waving to me in the rain.
Images of life ,spinning
like donkey's gentle ritornello
around the well ...
Love story in a two -bit novel,
night train which carries
a litany of desires and some regrets...
My exalted body will know no more battles
like so many strokes of the sword
the clock will finally tell me the truth ...
Gentle death ,discreet lover,
you open your arms to me .
Together,roaming fields and meadows ,
dream islands and cities of legend ,
and a prince of melancholy
will welcome us in his court of minstrels .
Beautiful courtesans ,let us see if the rose
tomorrow at dawn ...
Slowly ,the shapes fade into a play
of light and shadow ...
From my window ,putting words
on eternity 's unveiled ,
you 'll be gone ,leaving a scent of oblivion ...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
Great write
Thank you dear Tony !
You're welcome
A mixture of melancholy, inevitability, acceptance ... Beautiful imagery, beautiful poem!
These autumn moods are creative !
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