Nero CaroZiv


Nero CaroZiv Poems

321. An Evening In Childhood 12/27/2015
322. Early Spring 12/28/2015
323. The Flowers Of My Youth 1/22/2016
324. Memories 2/7/2016
325. The Scent And The Memories Of Past Days 3/4/2016
326. My Sweet Star 3/4/2016
327. The Tree 3/19/2016
328. One Morning In April 3/23/2016
329. My Days Of Youth Will Come Again 5/2/2016
330. Stars And Moon Are Watching 9/29/2015
331. A Date At A Cafe 10/10/2015
332. My Stone Grave 10/13/2015
333. My Dear Friend 10/20/2015
334. That Night 10/24/2015
335. A Pebble Stone 11/7/2015
336. The Letter 11/7/2015
337. A Spider At Night 11/7/2015
338. Meditation 10/8/2017
339. A Voice By The Citrus Orchard 10/10/2017
340. An Autumn Night In Bed 10/17/2017
341. Child Think Not Of 10/26/2017
342. Calm Night 10/27/2017
343. My Life Crept Long 12/21/2017
344. As The Day Sinks Down 1/8/2018
345. Stars In The Canopy Of Summer Sky 1/22/2018
346. Her Sweet -new- 2/9/2018
347. Hershey 1/30/2015
348. My Dear Love 1/19/2015
349. Death Is Not Kind 9/30/2014
350. Love Is Stale 6/6/2014
351. My Creeping, Crabbing Age 4/28/2014
352. You Have Stormed Into My Life 7/4/2012
353. A Silhouette Of Childhood 2/19/2012
354. I Had A Love 8/12/2011
355. A Day At The Zoo 12/18/2010
356. Rain, Rain, Rain 8/8/2010
357. Stay Shadow Of Contentment 8/21/2010
358. If You Go Away (2) 12/5/2010
359. Catherine 8/15/2010
360. A Forest Nymph 5/28/2016

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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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Oh That It Were Possible

Oh that it were possible
After long grief and pain
You walk in the path of amiable
Innocence and repentance plain

And your bare sole
Will touch the field scudding chaffs
The meadow wheat elongated spikes will dagger your soul
And the wind will blow your skirt in halves

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