Half Sleeping Birds II
My riding was on roads' margins;
arcane my path in dusk glory,
Some lost sea gulls knew my story,
peculiar listeners, burgeoned.
My soul's revolt deflects the pain,
was it one spell or more? In sea,
(half sleeping birds on a marquee) ,
conceived the crews and ships - again!
In distance ships that float bitter,
onto their trip of lone sorrows,
I reached the moors in half shadows,
three fates became my life's knitters.
They called reminding of my past,
their spell became a sky's thunder
my life won't be dead torn asunder,
because the ships' floating trip lasts.
My past's a track that draws away,
arcane the spells reversed inside;
did you invite my life to Hades,
and my road race of last Sunday?
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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