The Air Around Me Poem by Nero CaroZiv

The air around me is like an odour from the flower that is gone
Only memories of your young kisses in early spring breathing on me;
My complexion is the colour from the flower that is flown
Gone that glow of thee, the one and only thee!


My setting days like dusk, are shrivelled, lifeless, vacant form,
As they pass over my abandoned breast,
And mock the heart which yet is throbbing in unyielding warm,
Within the cold sinew of me and the silent room in rest.


Let me weep, my tears revive not my heart waining
I sigh, and no comfort breathes any more on me;
I observe the world being mute and uncomplaining
Is such human being end, or should be?


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