When it all goes away. Poem with digital art
Dear friends of the Steemit platform have a happy day, a special hug to my fellow members of the Dream Steem. Today's poem is especially dedicated to those who leave, those beings who go away in the middle of the afternoon, leaving a lonely world of faith and hope, but if you have to go on without them, you go on, even if a thousand fires burn and everything starts again..
Title: Sun storm
You went away, you got lost in the density of the streets
I liked to see you close to my eyes
in the days of flowery spring.
For the dates of the saints and the pagans
in the rains of October and the summers of June
the dry land longs for you, the winter misses you
I have not your scent of oak wood.
The doves are gone from the empty wings
time is fiercely wounded as it runs out,
there is only a sob of wind and sad flute.
Little beasts of the field, tormented
sad is your absence in the lost streets
the sky has lit up with suns, storms and glow,
a strange fauna is also gone
dry the branch falls from the thirsty tree,
you are gone, lost in the density of the streets.
Thank you very much for having stopped to read my blog and value it, I hope everything is fine and we meet again soon.
Antonio Evies, June 2024
Title: Deep calm
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