I can clearly remember What I am here for and What is meant of me to do Against internal pressure, Like steam, I may be removed!
Evergreen is the bid of joy, Even when love deflowers, Harshen by climate or soil And seasoned by the hours!
In union with the abstract, My treasure has high value And with currency extract, Secretly, it becomes a burial!
In a place so beautiful I feel That ambitions I will not miss And rewards of man be still, Offer frequently many remiss!
I cannot deny the clues, The pages inside me, indeed, Compare with those of nature, What more certainty I need? I can face any kind of pressure And that is the whole truth!
Romeo Della Valle (c) All rights reserved-2017 New York City
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