Virtues inscribe my feast
Rains embrace adjoining, in sepia stills,
sea waves plea on fog moors, and stars,
virtues inscribe my feast, and blue quills.
nights enslave our modes, beyond bars.
Sea waves plea on fog moors, and stars,
Winds whistle in pine trees, of longness,
nights enslave our modes, behind bars,
a cold gust enters my window openness.
Winds whistle in pine trees, of longness,
cloudy call, ominous, transports my rave,
a cold wind enters, my window openness.
with lost lives escaping to celestial naves.
Cloudy call, ominous, transports my rave,
my house lays in fog, amid vast pastures,
with lost lives escaping to celestial naves,
misty entreaty of air formed structures.
My house lays in fog, amid vast pastures,
rains embrace adjoining, in sepia stills,
misty entreaty of air formed structures,
virtues inscribe my feast, and blue quills.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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