Nero CaroZiv

Nero CaroZiv Poems

281. Morning In The Ides Of A Spring Month 12/2/2015
282. It Is Not The Way That You Smile 12/15/2015
283. Sweet Dawn 12/16/2015
284. Clara Told Me 12/25/2015
285. An Evening In Childhood 12/27/2015
286. Early Spring 12/28/2015
287. The Flowers Of My Youth 1/22/2016
288. Memories 2/7/2016
289. The Scent And The Memories Of Past Days 3/4/2016
290. My Sweet Star 3/4/2016
291. The Tree 3/19/2016
292. One Morning In April 3/23/2016
293. My Days Of Youth Will Come Again 5/2/2016
294. A Forest Nymph 5/28/2016
295. Late Summer Days 5/31/2016
296. Love At The Edge 6/17/2016
297. Alone 6/24/2016
298. They Say Death Is Good 6/24/2016
299. Solitude In Childhood 6/25/2016
300. Childhood Reflections 6/28/2016
301. Take Me Back 6/28/2016
302. Recollections 7/23/2016
303. How Much I Owe Thee My Homeland Trees 7/28/2016
304. Never 7/31/2016
305. Childhood Days And Joy 8/3/2016
306. Death On My Tracks In Haste 8/9/2016
307. When Love Starts, When Love Ends 8/15/2016
308. Shall i Compare my Life To A Sizzle Summer Season 8/16/2016
309. Winter Childhood Moods 8/20/2016
310. A Stone Structure Upon A Hill 9/17/2016
311. Regrets 10/23/2016
312. Oh Hunter, Catch!  snare Me my Childhood shadow! 11/6/2016
313. Autumn Sets On My Days 12/24/2016
314. Oh Beauty 12/25/2016
315. Love, When you And I Are Old And Grey 1/12/2017
316. Days As Moments In A Play 1/25/2017
317. The Strength Of Childhood Is For Ever  1/31/2017
318. The Happy Days Of Spring 2/2/2017
319. An Autumn Morning Walk To School 2/25/2017
320. A Day Of Pray 3/5/2017

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The Shade Of Death

The shade of death is made of a canopy piercing cold
That mortal eyes ache and cannot comprehend or behold
Yet when mortal eyes are closed
And death, cold and pale the limbs reposed
Shall the disposed soul then wakes and roaming it seen
Asking: 'where are Eden's Golden keys? '

Some claim that grave is Heaven' gate
Where rich as poor, royal as commoner, all around it wait
A tale, a fairy, a feeble since old age told
Yet no one from there returned to this story enfold

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Is It Gone?

Is it gone? Is it Silent? My pulses beat
What is it a mock trick of the brain
Yet not, I thought I saw her stand
As a shadow, a speechless phantom with awe at my feet
And then like a lightning flashed vanished from the land
She is gone, and heaven start falling in gentle rain
When they should burst violently and drown with deluge storms
Uprooted sturdy trees; blown rocks into air as morsels grain
Turn the earth on its face and call upon it the vexed sea

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