Growing greyA Poem by Francesco VitelliniEvery gift I make is a new scar, that’s what I’m able to give, regardless of near, regardless of far, regardless of where you live.
My mind goes back to earlier times, when I was younger and all but sage, when I gifted you the loveliest rhymes, when every new day was a new page.
But now, alas, as time has gone, only fear and anger are in my breath, and I feel alive only being alone, for lovely feelings and Love I’m Death. © 2011 Francesco Vitellini |
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Added on July 28, 2011 Last Updated on July 28, 2011 AuthorFrancesco VitelliniMilano, ItalyAboutBorn in Germany, I'm living in Italy since 1986. more..Writing
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