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Gray birds
In rain walking, same memories I embellish
the Northern cold's recounts close beckon
a harbourless wandering in lands to reckon
faithful folds my ensign of love and cherish.
Some gray birds sitting on the wires stare,
our images recall to pass, and in the mizzle,
numb feel and wet, dull in aloneness fizzle,
lost, wet birds inside the rain, on lonely fair.
They disperse inside the mists, shed tears,
descending fog comprises, soul's ambition,
in fog's dusk outspreads my half-lit volition,
gray birds on wires, stare in rain for years.
poem
by
Giorgio Veneto
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