Not as expressive as my other poems but it’s been a while since I wrote something.
I'd like to add another thing here, if you can then listen to this 'instrumental' while reading the poem (I was doing the same while writing this) as it adds to the overall mood of the poem.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NCRXV9lZ ... re=related
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This is what I feel. This is what I live. This is what I endure.
This is what I dream.
This is what I feel. This is what I live. This is what I endure.
This is what I dream.
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Head raised to the heavens, out of grief he cried
Head raised to the heavens, out of joy he cried
Smiling a jesters smile
Out of hope, out of despair, knowing not what to do, evermore he cried.
Lost in Chronos’ visions of yore, he beheld petals falling
Lost in Apollo’s song of yore, he heard a voice calling
Dreaming a dream
Lost in his mind’s maze, this marauder keeps on walking.
Drowning into oblivion, a time of madness he recalled
Drowning into grief, a time bliss he recalled
Dreaming a dream
Lost evermore, he who is doomed to tread until he falls.
Head raised to the heavens, ever out of grief he cries
Head raised to the heavens, ever out of joy he cries
Smiling evermore a jesters smile
Out of hope, out of despair, knowing not what to do, evermore he cries.
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So che posso sognare, so che non ti avrò mai, ma so anche che non potrò mai smettere d'amarti.
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