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- veradapozzo8
- 3 days ago
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The Seagulls greet Me gaily
The Sun warmly kisses Me
The Sea whispers gentle words
That the Mountain quickly echoes
I even hear Your Voice telling Me
"How beautiful is this marine breeze
Breathing softly in the afternoon!"
Yes, I am back Home
But You are not here
And I feel so alone
That I could disappear
Like a pale, tiny Shadow
When the Sun goes down
Vera da Pozzo, 14th July 2025
Poem above and picture below by me.
(C) Vera da Pozzo
(C) Italy is Mine
(C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living
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