On Tall Mountain
Two names were sung in sky
by a pair of goldfinches,
little by little, their wishes,
became a solitude awry.
Gray clouds gathered where,
his glance searched nigh,
affable were his solemn try,
within her sparkling stare.
Embraced dreams she loved,
oceans to pass and lands;
a painful token in her hands,
weds white satin gloved.
On tall mountain he stayed,
lying forever amidst rock;
his name delineated by chalk,
by drizzle washed away;
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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