When the silence beckons
And the day draws to a close
When the light of your life sighs
And love dies in your eyes..
Only then will I realise
What you mean to me.
martedì 3 novembre 2009
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Poetry is that subtle, inner spark which puts together the fragments of the fragile human soul, especially the contemporary one, and fills it in. This occurs everytime, whereever a human being happens to be, and whenever they happen to practise it in their life. Sometimes it seems to be hidden and buried in the deep inside, sometimes it abruptly comes out with violence and vehemence, but it is always there, in the deep spirit, ready to rise and express itself.
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