Everyone is a poet today and this is a poem and needs to be respected as art and anyone that criticizes it doesn't understand poetry especially people that are published in institutions of higher learning or publications that nominate for national writing awards. i was having a conversation about getting a molar removed with my mechanic just yesterday she said some pain would be involved but she could easily perform the procedure with some grease stained pliers. i thanked her and then explained how to take out a transmission of a 1994 bronco. we both learned something. this has been fun and good luck you're going to need it.
Ho sceso, dandoti il braccio, almeno un milione di scale
e ora che non ci sei è il vuoto ad ogni gradino.
anche così è stato breve il nostro lungo viaggio.
il mio dura tuttora, né più mi occorrono
le coincidenze, le prenotazioni,
le trappole, gli scorni di chi crede
che la realtà sia quella che si vede.
ho sceso milioni di scale dandoti il braccio
non già perché con quattr'occhi forse si vede di più.
con te le ho scese perché sapevo che di noi due
le sole vere pupille, sebbene tanto offuscate,
erano le tue. -eugenio montale-
I can forgive you for the moments you weren't there by murdering memories with sanguine flair shedding light searching scarlet seas through darkest rage
to a new beginning finality sometimes falls at the beginnings end
The ripe maple were falling
one,two and many
the young stood counting tiny fingers
infinite and one
running behind dancing red gold
praying magic of life before dreams
alluring time to play stand still
alas ! gospel nature prevailed
copper autumn consumed
the v****n cursed heavens
tears burning lavish pyre
it was then cold wise wind whispered,
" you revealed love
i will enlighten faith." words : @the_sufi_soul
picture : @phantamos
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