Poem I – Memory

Poem I

These are strange days
With the autumn that squeezes
Under the late summer sun
Subjugating arcane yearnings

Like fresh and pure bora
Of the great summer passions
Autumn drives off the raw bite
Giving peace to human nature

So your special memory
Gives to the soul, nailed
on anger and sad cross
Peace and immortal joy

paolo gambi poem

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