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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=400873" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Red wine Of May</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=400873" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Red wine of May</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=400873" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I 've never seen your icon front-straight<br>some weeds on a deserted slate<br>I was looking for a Sunday...</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=400873" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">My hands clenching the windows ledge<br>searching a crucifix sharp wedge<br>one sorrow of our May...</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=400873" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">You turned in, a later feast, became<br>(of these nights only a claim) <br>a barren route to travel.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=400873" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">How many routes upon ocean ways<br>to travel along our fog's haze<br>to far away marginal isles? </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=400873" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I didn't meet you in those cold nights<br>you were in clay bricks and lights<br>my lonely soul's census.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=400873" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Remember me the 10th of Septembers<br>cold first rains, my mind's embers<br>our lost way of Spring...</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=400873" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Was it an invitation of Maenads<br>or a trial upon dead errands<br>one of my remaining wounds? </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=400873" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">My ash inside an ancient amphora<br>or we routed nice, in euphoria<br>traveling together in light...</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=400873" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Maybe you decided to serve me aptly<br>in a corner, bend to kiss me softly<br>sweet red wine of May? <br>.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Giorgio+Veneto">Giorgio Veneto</a></strong></div>

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