At the end of the light road
where hazes are sleeping
and still lingers
a regret of sun
beyond roofs and trees
the day died down.
We found the path of silence
in a green couch
overwhelmed with joy
like a pretty spring garden
bordering my possession of you.
Lips flourished whispers of smile
clear water shedding our flame
soft harmony skimming the soul
sinking in an eddy of light
Remembering I do not pine
I do not grieve at the memory of past
you are a light shadow in my mind
but immortal |
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Lino Prospero Bertuzzi |