Though...
Tho' you shall hurt my heart...
It shall not emit its deep pain
You shall always hear a sweet song
Coming out of my uncolored
And barren lips
Which hide the bittersweet nectar
Of your faithlessness...
And the world shall call me a brave
While the voice of my
Subconscious shall cry out
Wishing for death!
What a cowardliness!
Since you destroyed
The last trace of my mirth...
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poem by Romeo Della Valle
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