Here it is-my past coming back, Again trying to repossess Everything left in me, From day to day, Each piece reclaiming The building blocks of my life And with that, the desire For prosperity nurtured In the long intervals between maturity and The absences before death!
Love songs fly forward at me, Lush on winged melodies Splashing a distilling night With the wine of afterlife And orbs of countless sunsets Counting on seizing from My eyes the ebbing dawn Whose un-shed tears Lap mutely on the shore!
The unique part voided out, My identity, too, has been Completely crossed out, No name or family is here exposed Or beating down the doors of love With false sentiment-the hunted Are we who flee from the war To believe in the real thing, Always moving forward Towards new horizons!
Romeo Della Valle (c)A rights reserved-2017 New York City
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