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Posted by: Marilù Rossi
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It's strange to wander in the fog!
A lonely bush, a lonely stone,
No tree can see the other one,
And one is all alone.
The world was full of friends back then,
As life was light to me;
But now the fog has come,
And no one can I see.
Truly, no one is wise,
Who does not know the dark
Which inevitably and silently
Does from others him part.
It's strange to wander in the fog!
Life is loneliness
No Man knows the other one,
And one is all alone.
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    Posted by: Phantastica
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    Dawn's faint breath
    breathes with your mouth
    at the ends of empty streets.
    Gray light your eyes,
    sweet drops of dawn
    on dark hills.
    Your steps and breath
    like the wind of dawn
    smother houses.
    The city shudders,
    Stones exhale--
    you are life, an awakening.
    Star lost
    in the light of dawn,
    trill of the breeze,
    warmth, breath--
    the night is done.
    You are light and morning.
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      Posted by: luna_n_354
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      I need silence
      like you who read with thought
      not aloud
      the sound of my own voice
      would now be noise
      not words but just annoying sound
      that distracts me from thinking.
      I need silence
      I go out and on the street the same people
      who know my gab
      disoriented by my quick hello
      who knows, they probably think I'm in a hurry.
      But I just need silence
      I've spoken so much, too much
      the time be silent has come
      to pick up thoughts
      happy, sad, sweet, sour,
      there are many inside us all.
      True friends, few, one?
      they know how to listen even to silence
      they know how to wait, understand.
      Who from me has had many words
      and who doesn't want any anymore
      needs, like me, silence.
      Written on sunday january 8, 2012
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        Posted by: Silvana Stremiz
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        Autumn. Already I feel it coming
        in the August winds,
        in the September rains
        torrential and crying
        and a shiver crossed the earth
        that now, naked and sad,
        welcomes a lost sun.
        Now that it passes and declines,
        in this autumn that gravely walks
        with nameless sluggishness,
        the best time of our lives
        that slowly bids farewell.
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          Posted by: Marzia Ornofoli
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          They who have never seen the daylight peer Into a darkened room, and drawn the curtain,
          And with dull eyes and wearied from some dear
          And worshipped body risen, they for certain
          Will never know of what I try to sing,
          How long the last kiss was, how fond and late his lingering.
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            Posted by: mor-joy
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            Well, son, I'll tell you:
            Life for me ain't been no crystal stair.
            It's had tacks in it,
            And splinters,
            And boards torn up,
            And places with no carpet on the floor
            Bare.
            But all the time
            I'se been a-climbin' on,
            And reachin' landin's,
            And turnin' corners,
            And sometimes goin' in the dark
            Where there ain't been no light.
            So boy, don't you turn back.
            Don't you set down on the steps
            'Cause you finds it's kinder hard.
            Don't you fall now
            For I'se still goin', honey,
            I'se still climbin',
            And life for me ain't been no crystal stair.
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              Posted by: Marzia Ornofoli
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              The falling dew is cold and chill,
              And no bird sings in Arcady,
              The little fauns have left the hill,
              Even the tired daffodil
              Has closed its gilded doors, and still
              My lover comes not back to me.
              False moon! False moon! O waning moon!
              Where is my own true lover gone,
              Where are the lips vermilion,
              The shepherd's crook, the purple shoon?
              Why spread that silver pavilion,
              Why wear that veil of drifting mist?
              Ah! thou hast young Endymion,
              Thou hast the lips that should be kissed!
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                Posted by: Marzia Ornofoli
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                Somehow the grace, the bloom of things has flown,
                And of all men we are the most wretched who
                Must live each other's lives and not our own
                For very oity's sake and then undo
                All that we lived for - it was otherwise
                When soul and body seemed to blend in mystic symphonies.
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