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My sad verse, go to the harsh stone

‘Ite, rime dolenti, al duro sasso'

My sad verse, go to the harsh stone
that hides my precious treasure in the earth,
call to her there, she will reply from heaven,
though her mortal part is in a vile, dark place.
Say to her I am already tired of living,
of navigating through these foul waves:
but gathering up the scattered leaves,
step by step, like this, I follow her,

only speaking of her, living and dead,
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Paresh Chakra 01 December 2018

I FIL this poem 10++++++++

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