Walter William Safar Poems

It is good to see You
flying there in the abundance of crimson and gold,
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The crow flaps its dark wings up there,
hungryor death,
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How many wishes and hopes pass through a man's mind?
This is what I am thinking about while looking
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Like a straw man,
Hunted by gusts of wind
(in order to outrun death) ,
I am returning to the valley of my childhood;
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Up above, Tchaikovsky's fluting notes are dancing,
And the empty paper waits for the first verse to be born.
While the screaming wind beats against the old window,
My thoughts are endlessly straying,
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There is such a silence in the Vienna Opera
That you can hear even the quietest of Mozart's notes,
As if the city's elite has found its shepherd.
You can't hear the quietest of voices, just humble silence
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You always have to hold on to someone
When you're doing bad in life,
And right now I am holding on to the counter in the bar.
My fingers are sticking to the bottle
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While the wind outside screams at his highness Death,
Me and Charles Dickens are having a friendly talk,
Along with a glass of whiskey, our old pal.
'You were a famous writer even while you were alive,
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POETRY is the entagler of rainbows
in the sky,
what is created by imagination
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If I had to lie down
Onto the black hearse instead of our love,
I would agree to die right away,
But hope is the last thing to die,
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