Warning

Must I love so many times it calls at my door.

May I go fast just be called for

and prompt sing that chant rarely heard.

May people be surprised and overjoyed,

finding on the air some traces evincing

that, somewhere, someone still loves.

May this world do not destroy feelings

we are ready to afford to our lonely souls.

May, also, we learn to spread a low sound,

for people are accustomed to envyso so rare

and sweet true lovers.

 

Published in the Anthology “The Children of Orpheus”, by Subterranean Blue Poetry, October 2016.

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