Three minutes of milds
[Three minutes of milds]
People maintain in their soul earthy invocations
(Proud they are for sustaining non-flying alterations)
Others fill their dreams with trajectories of air
(But never associate those with support of despair!)
I know people that navigate, endangered in oceans
(All, think to receive applause of a non existing audience)
For their thrills. An odd offspring of thought, begot
(You see, loneliness is a superb esteem of soul's effort)
I know others that believe in hasps, internal lockers
(All they wait for, is warmth, available on minds rakers)
I know of soldiers. Shinglers upon virtue of patriotism
(Those I like! Givers of even, unselfish unseen altruism)
Students! A proud genus! Always searching, assuming
(Knowledge is abundant, Wise men never seize striving)
Soul's lovers. Ourselves or others. Never carriers of shields
(Love! A route from wound to wound. A drizzle in lonely fields)
(Sometimes they smoke of a cigarette, three minutes of milds!)
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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