Nero CaroZiv Poems
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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!
No more, gone the days I went out on an April morning
All alone, for my heart was high with the wind sigh
I was a child of the shining meadow, tulips on hill, and willow low in mourning
No cloud on vast blue heaven, just this sapphire eye of the sky.
Now in the windy winter flood of morning in rear
Longing lifted its weight from ...
Sodom And Gomorrah
Out of highest buildings in a city the fairies emerging each under a tiny umbrella
One by one they creep and follow the route to the queen Cinderella,
Cinderella the tale of all tales; her song is sang by them a cappella
He who saves his soul, he who guards his call
Leaves the city behind, his fortune is abandoned completely and totally whole
The city is vanquished: the saints are leaving behind any roll