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When we traveled the moors of the soul
We found for both a smiling diamond,
A pending doubt,
Of those that creep into the heart for a lifetime.
When we grew up together, we smiled in the sunset,
The dream of the birch and the conifers wrapped us,
And with a tender breeze we fell into daydreams,
In imaginary bridges of strange or sinister countries.
I want to tell you that I did not know your magic
That I did not fall in love
Of the obvious,
I did not even feel your order
In the eyelashes of my mind.
When we grew up we left behind the shallows and the bonfires,
We become shadows on the river of doubts,
And inevitably we watch the bowels of the sun mimic.
I want to confess that I did not know your spell,
Your life force, and your yearnings as I should have done,
That I did not give you the happiness of forgiveness,
And though sooner or later you strike your sting,
I will not tax your name on a stone.
Love does not nourish the real as we try,
Magic does not clarify the fog of reason
As we expected,
you and I
Or our ancestors.
ROGERVAN RUBATTINO ©
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Moonchild
PoetrySometimes not enough to look back to understand why we are all in the same storm . I hope these poems help you find freedom from your prison and heal your wings so you can fly again forever
