Ari Alsio Poems

Tearful September morning
day to start the winter of waiting,
you fix what you sow
indoors transferred to the noble cows
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The nature whispers runs autumn day,
pedestrian under the rocky way.
the wind whispers creeps cold and the frost,
feeling the same as Job's post.
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This time is much too fast
Yesterday's newspaper is the eternal past.
You're the most beautiful person to me
deep friendship like a huge sea.
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