Dance of the Trees or crying? (Contrast)
Dedicated to Marusa. For your kind comment to my poem "Dance of the Trees", leads me to think and say what should not happen.
Imagine how wind sway to clean.
Gohan, is ecstatic, shining and the flowers are open, giving way to the fruit
I look forward to.
dance because birds nest within it
grow, fly, dance
in joyful rhythm.
birds that migrate to other trees, maybe ...
Oh yes, perhaps
coal ash ... Pieces
unrecoverable
than once it was love ...
Corpses ...
No dance, no cry of birds, butterflies
crying.
Dew has no place to moisten, and be left
.
Quell the landscape is a dance of death
dark. Chimes of funeral
rise.
And I cry, cry, cry, cry, cry, cry ...
and maybe someone has, the end ... Valentina Antonietta
2011
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