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Flowers Blend
Morning of May,
She shines bright,
blooms a bouquet,
of roses white.
The Light kisses
her radiance fair,
as then she misses,
hope in despair.
A forest shadow,
subdued her eyes,
dreams are a throe,
Stygian demise;
Adored will pace,
in corridors gray,
romantic her lace,
in aphotic dismay;
Adored is her valor,
brilliant twinkles
embrace her calor,
in tearing sprinkles.
North wind traces
marble in quarry
aloneness embraces
her ulterior glory.
Wraiths ascend
float upwards high;
and flowers blend,
and dreams die.
poem
by
Giorgio Veneto
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