Croci Poems - Poems about Croci

...… Vi racconterò una storia triste, ma purtroppo necessaria: tratta di colui che animò la terra soffiandoci dentro dell’aria. Nel suo progetto ci avrebbe reso gli esseri supremi. Non sapeva......

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...Overlooking fields of flowers The palettes of the Spring Optic panoramas I take in everything Forsythias bright yellow Croci violet Tulips of all colors It'd be better yet If I could see the......

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...How many years did I plant dig and dig up again and silently rant where a flower placed here, should be moved from here to there at first, not well planning where this one or that one should g......

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...How cold the sun of April first day playing games of spring return to winter chills. Blow ye wild, racing winds slip thru the stilled and silent trees hovering between the naked forms ......

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...Cream colored tulips and satin red roses intermix fluid in the garden. One flower fades away as another takes it place, like croci giving in to daffodils. Marsh daisies and wild violets blen......

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...Sweet blue indigo were your eyes, sometimes they appeared almost black but in their reflection, I saw clear sky blue with floating pastel aqua painted clouds. In your tended garden, soft pale c......

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...When the intellect was defiling the unwritten book; half-read, you reach for epiphancy. Why you had to kill yourself on the swing, before reaching- the peak ? Searching for escape ......

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...Beach walls ? I have lost the moon again, in red wine. The breast milk ? Was it a sexiest remark ? the fetus was still inside- the womb of a closed- circuit television. I had the sharp......

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...Take the thorns away from roses. Sex will never be the same. Bring the bellicosity under cover on the steep side. The mountain has started cracking. The wreckage was strewn around in the field of c......

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...Fear grips a family of words. You are going to where you do not want to go. I remain worried about the unknown. The inevitable was flowering on dead palms. Would you exhume the past to find o......

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