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Tears Rolling Down
Open notebook
Closed mind
A poet's crime-
Devoid of rhyme!
Sinister tale
A fear that ails
And cripples me...
She would love
To have my name-
I know her well
She persists-
But has she changed
To someone else
Who is melting down
On my desk
As a simple thought
In other word,
A shadow woman
Without a form?
Like an answer
Captured first in my mind
And then on my tongue
And as a result,
My fingers go slowly
Down to a blank sheet
Translating this tragedy
Into another sad love poem...
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poem
by
Romeo Della Valle
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