Poem By Daniele Pinna

The first sunrise;
the first moon;
the last sought freedom:
the sight of you.

The first love made on the lake;
the last letter that kept me awake.

The first minute lost;
the second on the count.
Winters without frost;
summers lost and found.

Fights made for friends;
dreams blown from sight;
duels lost with fate:
casualties raked by life.

Days by luck overseen;
nights spent feeling blue.
Destiny and its subtleties:
that's life, what else is new...

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Among these silent rocks,
darkness all about;


Waterfall of doubts
splashing on the misty shore.
Ripples cradle me.

A Dot

I am a dot,
a tiny dot,
occupying this lonely spot.


For me tonight is but a night
of a harlot's miser curse;
that I may fight my shameful blight
and test this latent verse.


I'm sure that searching
my soul I'd find,
a little bit of paradise
lost far inside my mind.