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Walking Without You

It is already late,
in these threads  of faded,
tasteless days,  
that by my side slowly walk
in silence to shade me,  
without listening to
the heart that cries,  
without a smile to brighten my face,
a caress to warm my skin,  
without speaking to me
of you and your eyes,  
of how much they are
missed in these hours! 
Now I walk with my reflection  
through your favorite flowering streets  in the summer days,  
and the deserted winter roads  
under the snow that whitened. 
Spring was your feast  
in the olive fields,
sitting on the bench,  
patiently you watched it. 
Autumn, your melancholy,  
dyed yellow and bronze  
the red leaves of our garden,  
and in every memory you wrote,  
to return it to the sensitivity  
of the heart among
the folds of the soul,  
there was the mark of feeling. 
And in those sunsets
without a reason,  
your lullabies about your jewels  
most precious that you flaunted  
with pride, our splendid children, 
hanging on the future
that secretly weaves  
their fates unknown to us, 
that in the nights amid your prayers,  
in your imprisoned tears,  
a light of pure soul,  
were hope on your sincere face! 
Oh dear, weary and sad, breathless  
with happiness to let us fly 
on the ocean of love, 
my wandering steps sow
a storm wind behind me, 
without noises of resignation. 
You dressed in soul pearls  
to fall asleep, now mature  
in your years of thorns and victories,  
in the arms of eternal sleep,  
towards the valley
of eternal freedom. 
And here I am, still in this jungle  
of time that tears and patches wounds on the heart
that always burns,  
only this love in my chest. 
My love, faithful white dove,  
your wings are my tears,  
but the memory of your essence  
is the blanket that warms the soul  
in the flower of love for you,  
that on your tomb  
of cold marble I gently lay  
so as not to ever let you lack  
the noise in the storm of love  
in the sacrifice of broken silence  
in every petal that withers, 
but regains reason in the
eternal sky  
in your hands that one
day I will see again.  

Laura Lapietra ©

Laura Lapietra

segnalata da Laura Lapietra mercoledì 2 aprile 2025

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