False Chirp of a Quail
An obscure, immense of depths, open well
of desert quenching your thirst, soul's sort
Us, passengers of drought, our egos export
an attained flirt shout, false chirp of a quail
Your imposed upon laugh, my concern wry
Entered an odd world of whim, a pledge dry
No signature of opposites, on a wicked spell
My uppish egoism sense of evenness I abort
Your image of darken stills, in soul I import
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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