As Simply As Death
As simply as death itself
Each time I die...you sigh
And all my veins
Tremble in its breeze...
You have gone
Leaving an image
More beautiful
Than imagination itself....
I hear you from afar
I feel the soft whirling
Of your body
In the short winds
Between the dusty hills...
I was once there....
And still thinking about you...
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poem by Romeo Della Valle
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