Idle within emptiness sometimes
And disappointment fills the air,
A chilling wind of harshness
Sweeps another season of despair!
Bitter purple fingernails,
A tousle of a few shredded hair,
Weakened limbs and fragile nerves,
It all seems sometimes like
Dreams come and then disappear!
How long ’till the sun comes out?
Forever must still be there,
Without the light all things fade
And in the dark, nothing is clear!
A burning torch within me glows,
Faith and hope, the everlasting flair
Scorching both my sense and reason
While aware that the light is near!
Romeo Della Valle
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New York City
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