Your Vision Nigh
Fiddling swallows never cease to fly
Eagles indomitably seize the sky
winds embroider our sins to pray;
Nymphical deities subdue in brines,
foggy knot distances, my form enshrine,
Nautilus scopes there parallel lay;
Flying next to Eagles, your vision nigh,
in ample Oceans Nymphs dove to die
lonely encomium the winds will play.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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