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Thyrses
Guess you 'll ask me by the side
of that road we passed together,
where promises denied to tether,
my floating message on the tide.
So there, I shall recount I am not,
the one you knew amid the drifts,
as our blue dreams flied in griefs,
as a small solitude was our knot.
Vineyards had grown kin to rails,
arcanum train, distanced to fade,
a northern wind like cutting blade,
was a companion on aright trails.
There you cared to invite a song,
that flied along years to ascribe,
a feast of man agon and describe,
how his aureate sounded wrong.
Denoted flight in school verses,
wild dreams were not a burden,
a lone smile threshold to heaven,
fields of embraces and thyrses.
You flied to spaces, winds stray,
eager to sing one more laughter,
sun rays are now a dream rafter,
that blithes, a nostalgia to allay.
poem
by
Giorgio Veneto
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