Along the Dominant Winds
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Distant amiable lights are all but dimmed,
And my lover’s coo has turned to snore,
It is dark!
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Curtain, the distance between me and you, is restless,
While a lascivious breeze slivers over my bare skin,
It is cold!
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Thunder enunciates my name in every intrusive roar,
While lightning shows the obliged path,
It is lonely!
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Silence sounds like first grade my teacher,
“You will amount to nothing!”
It is frightening!
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The door feels as distant as my curiosity,
And faith left me in the age of innocence,
It is sad!
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The scrupulous image shatters in the cracks of the mirror,
And the pieces blow along the dominant winds,
It is late, too late!
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By Daniel Da Emi aka Kourosh
The Sound of Silence
Published by The National Library of Poetry 1998
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