Relentless Kiss Upon My Face
Dim lights on this winter road,
midnight, a black color of smalt,
Northern Ranges, a night code
on the wet dissonance of asphalt.
Melted snow, a reflective surface,
spring birds are hidden for life;
neon lights, bright epigraphs,
street signs hung, soul's cold knife,
units dispersed - thrown randomly,
lowered sky, Scattered snow smell,
no voices, you left, a runaway,
an existence absent of this quell..
A smiling Abyssos opens above me
that sums my voice's apostasy!
Makes life's floss a bitter glee,
on this scene of my empty sympathy.
My image in a mirroring esteem,
immense depth cut by colds wit,
without you appearing in a dream,
without me appearing on exit.
Immense depth, this grave symbol;
you never listened, cried or wept..
This removal maybe will extol,
all our dreams that here are swept.
Green trees, gendarmes, of whiteness..
A lonely rain insists to trace,
along this solitude of politeness,
as a relentless kiss, upon my face..
Copyright ® G. V.10.17.2011
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poem by Giorgio Veneto
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