The Chinese Gardens - Poem by Fabrizio Frosini
At the edge of the universe I live
Beyond the bend of Time.
I call it ‘home', but it's
Hardly the place to be resting in peace of mind.
Swirls of dust, as cold as
Death itself, whip my face.
A feeling of reverential respect and
Inexplicable wonderment passes through me
Any time the light turns into darkness.
I let the wind flow away
Beyond my void hopes and sins
At the edge of the universe.
(Pub lished in my Book ''THE CHINESE GARDENS'', Amazon 2015 - copyright Fabrizio Frosini,2015)
Poet's Notes about The Poem
This poem gives the title to my Book ''THE CHINESE GARDENS'', published in 2015 at Amazon.
- copyright Fabrizio Frosini,2015 -
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