Triple of clover
Triple of clover
I walked so far
And still
My soul's scar
my lone star
feeling of steel.
My mind's nail
to pierce
pointy on trail
my sole wail
so fierce.
Of all I disclaim
my under masts
of waves hums,
I feel of flames,
and Hydras drums.
Then I disdain
my soul's brink
a loner's drink
it was so vain
our knotted link.
For being alone
on empty corner
A triple of clover
engraved on stone
My quill of Homer.
Rain's cold stream
a message rogue
An empty bog
I walk and dream
of you in fog.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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