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Vixere Fortes
A crossed path to pass, a false virtue,
a shadow wanders in dreams and cares,
to love my petrified smile of a statue,
and my abstract enigmatic stares.
She will come in stray paths, her soul,
dim time-entity to absorb internal whims,
one more silence will construct a thole,
a burden of tugs, to upwards hymns..
Spirit of solitude, image of form motile,
a double ax, a certainty above my truism,
her visceral caress, conceived but total,
ideal to endorse my sense of equalism.
A third destiny weaves my life's knit;
I recompense for her scythe dissonance,
a platitude to compromise in a gray wit,
my love in mind will be a senses dance..
So comforting was my eternal loneliness..
Presence of absence, an erred propriety,
Marriage proposal, an unfettered emptiness,
I was besieged for all my life to eternity.
And I accepted her, a mortal coil to marry,
This equality closed in, raised a challenge;
her wisdom guided me as I became airy,
to confront Hades burden and deathly wedge..
poem
by
Giorgio Veneto
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