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Premium Member Where is my love?

Where is my love?

What is my life kind like? Anything of life?
No, the forgotten fate of a life of the field, flower-like
Be a style like of my kind and lover of the dream life

Please, don’t find me, oh my Emma love – your kind gone
A poor man in the cemetery gone, no your life, that’s gone
Be kind, and understand the unstopped lives, getting us like

I loved someone, a woman
My life was already gone, killed
Killed by a woman, my love die

My love is a cloud in blue
Wandering on the light sky
I am wondering about the life

Where is love?
More illusion
Blue flier sky

On sky
My life

Love
Flies


Perched Near the Volcano

these radiating, seemingly 
endless rows of dust-choked porticoes
in the bustling Roman forum.

Receding to the vanishing point:

sun-drenched streets,
Ways to, hours for due mythology;

busy temples; gleaming marble columns;
massive, stone arches rising through
the wafting dust, through climbing, curling
shafts of dark, fragrant incense;

a general push and shove; 
all the chaos and clamor
that any self-respecting business man 
could ever hope to bring to bear.


But then, suddenly, an uncanny silence
descends upon all and sundry:

resultant astonishment, utter amazement
on every upturned face around.

Then a deep, mighty rushing.
Sound and fury, to be sure,
but those like the fearsome clapping and
booming of rolling thunder itself, like the
wild, uncontrollable crackling of lightning itself.

A deafening wind howls and wails.

Eyes finally see.
Unstopped with lies,
ears finally hear.
Warmed with love and reason
the human heart once again
beats with human feeling and compassion,
with perspective and saving Knowledge.

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