Nero CaroZiv Poems

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31.
Fallen Love

Indeed, how far badly it went our love, I cannot tell,
Though I do often ponder on it quite long and profoundly well,
The metaphor; the transgression of love into hate is not easy to state,
I wish all my love will not see its birth; when love abates
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32.
Shabbat

It was the hour of childhood Fridays, when from the curved boughs
The sparrows were shimmering and the nightingale high note was heard;
It was the hour when soft pure voices of boys choir sounded like lover's vows
Pure holy prays coming from a temple so sweet in every whispered noted word;
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33.
Grow Up Flower Child

Grow up flower child and be happy, happiness like diamond
In beauty that is good, fair, exquisite, comforting, calm and clear
And even when now and then along life's pathway ups and downs
This joy breaks in million pieces, shattered, scattered far and near
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34.
Here He Lies

Pluck the cloak from his face, shake, jolt him from eternal sleep, he that lies in his resting place
Observe the corpse that left behind life without delight, lacking any dignity or grace
How he lies here before his last journey in his rights of a father or of any shape of man
Death is the end; death has done to us all, all death can.
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35.
The Willow

How beautiful is the willow in April gown
Delicate and gleaming under the sun
Never minding the seasons and years gone
It stands, long flowery drippings and soft wind sigh
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36.
Have You Ever Been Enslaved By Love?

Have you ever been enslaved by love, that you are totally abendant
And merely tend upon the hours and times of your love's desire
You have shrunk with no personal pursues no precious time on your own to spend
No interest, nor service of any kind, till your love list requires
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37.
She Stood There

She stood there on the street not too far, as pale as Greek statues stands
Or more like cunning and fierce fire Cleopatra when she turned at bay,
And felt her strength above the savage Roman sway,
So did she stand and did feel the aspic writhing in her hands.
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38.
Home Alone

The pounding waves along the shore are the sea's foaming daughters,
And raindrops are the children of rain which make rivers full of waters,
But why does my shimmering waning body driving me insane
For it, as young as I am, I have to be an icon of anguish and pain?
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39.
Leaves

A cold whirling blast from behind the house and hill
As it rushed over the gloom of lush wood with startling sound;
Then all at once, an ominous silence, and the air was still,
And showers of frigid hailstones start falling in pattern round.
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40.
How Happy He, Who Is Free From Love’s Bare

How happy he, who is free from love’s bare
The gnawing pains, the spiral downs
Contently he breaths his native distilled air
At his own terms in his own grounds
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