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| ©Stefano Romano |
He waited countless rooms
of words carved over the millennia
before his heart could
welcome the sound of summers
and winters.
Sitting on the river bank
the traveler articulated diphthongs and accents
always equal to themselves, while
the water reflected names and shapes
of the movements.
His lips were never guilty
of changes, a single kiss
to the beloved woman before departure,
then love and memory for round letters
hanging by the thread.
Aware of being a spin of the wheel
but through its existence
able to continue over the centuries
of the sacred language the persistence.
Rome, 27 July 2023
Beautiful and deep poem. Thanks for sharing.🥰
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ReplyDeleteThe journey of life poem 👍🌹
ReplyDeletePoem is an expression of the art of writing that changes the meaning of words in shaping the writer's individual feelings and thoughts which are beautifully symmetrical.
ReplyDeleteAnd me...it is always difficult for me to understand the content and meaning that the writer wants to convey....that's really my weakness.
That's your emotion talking..we needed to unravel the stanzas to get the meaning then still questioning the outcome if we guessed it right😊. Magic is yours.
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