Walter William Safar Poems

While you are dealing the cards, your face is stoney and noble,
You observe your victim like a sphynx.
I escape to the casino table,
Because I don't have much left,
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I want to deceive life,
That harlot who dances in the laps of the richest,
But it no longer takes bonds,
Cheques or credit cards, all it likes is listening
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Since you have left, my one and only,
the sun became perfectly cold.
Its golden heart,
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It is dreadful to once again fail,
to sink into the dark of hopelessness,
As if someone fired a canon into your heart,
As if you have lost your interior,
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The straw man guards a golden field,
His eyes are empty, like its head,
A golden heart shines in his chest. Whose hand
had put this golden heart into his chest?
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Tell me, rose,
Did you caress her face
- like the wind caresses your face -
while the dewy tear burns the face?
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While I am writing this letter to You, my one and only,
the mute wind,
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A whisper... soft, gentle and perfectly close
is spreading through the air in this warm April morning.
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In the shadow of solitude now I see Your eyes,
that so faithfully carry about the light
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In the dreamlit night I chase shadows
to their rest,
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