Mistral
Welcome to my sky where Mistral soars
transfer resplendent heaven's fallows,
I sensed spring's advent with swallows,
well-favored in my past times and yours.
It's my devotion to a years' back left fair,
when epochal images project as day fades,
of time's overreach to eyes behind shades,
and my deception that could be your flare.
And in the mists where dew drops gather
defining you on roses' purity of petal reds,
reverberant upwards heart hymn embeds,
senses your scent of blooms and laughter.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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