Nero CaroZiv Poems

The moon reddish color looms through horizon's fog
In the dancing mist the hazy meadow sleeps
By the green lush a reptilian creature calls his mate the frog
There where a shadowy movement stealthily creeps
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Hills and dales of ancient land, bleak, barren and glaring
Where my thoughtless, happy hours beguiling childhood strayed,
How the sand with ages of patina on me is warring,
Howl, moan winds of the past above my tufted shade!
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How does she smile like that little swamp crocodile
To improve her lure, her seductive shining tail,
And how her sweet words are vile as the crocodile waters of the Nile
On every comparable, measurable scale!
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In storm and in tempest we two parted
No grieving silence but rage and sour anger over dry tears
Souls once harmoniously united departed broken hearted
With agony to sever for years
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The seasons gather flowers from the rain
And bring the firstling to the flock
And in the dusk of dawn the unrelenting clock
beats out the little dreams from the eyes of drowsy human
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The shade of death is made of a canopy piercing icicles cold
That mortal eyes ache upon its view and cannot comprehend or behold
Yet when mortal eyes are in eternal darkness closed
And death, cold and pale upon the length limbs stretched, reposed
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It is that time of my life when in me I sadly behold
Around me merely few yellow leaves, or none do still at late autumn hang
Upon those boughs which like my rusted bones and brittle wrinkled skin shake against the cold,
Bare ruined waning choirs, who were late to migrate, the sweet birds their melodies sang.
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A slumber will my old, tattered spirit seal
I will have no human love, hate, grudge or fears
I will become a thing like any other thing on earth that cannot feel
Or hear the touch of rushing earthy years
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Sweet slumber I knew in long hazy summer nights
That did seal within me all visions of beautiful, wonderful sights
The pure innocence of childhood blasted when I was not accompanied by worries or fears
Then of her beauty my mind was overwhelmed; she was lovely; eternal; untouched by earthy years
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A green sepal that warps and holds the petal,
And those thorns that pricked my limbs
Upon a common summer's morn
As I walked to school on the hill
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