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A Wonderful Post Is Sent By Marcello Comittni❤🌹🙏🌹❤

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This poem in English is dedicated to MaryAnn Ward
La versione in italiano la trovate sotto quella in inglese. Grazie.
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IT DOESN’T END HERE

What other mysterious blood
links the verses of a poet to life?
What pains in spirit and flesh
make his days a long autumn?
Like that ripe pomegranate fallen from the branch,
he continues to live, rotting in the earth.
A bird’s beak has split the rind
of his heart, spilling blood.
Mingled with the essences of herbs,
the scent of flowers, the incessant flow of water,
it returns to nourish the tree.
It will make it blossom and bear fruit
in an eternal cycle of metamorphosis
in a boundless field, in a clod of earth
just enough for a stone slab and the epitaph:
“The life of the Poet does not end here”.

NON FINISCE QUI

Quale altro misterioso sangue
lega i versi di un poeta alla vita?
Quali dolori in spirito e carne
fanno dei suoi giorni un lungo autunno?
Come quel melograno maturo caduto dal ramo
continua a vivere in marcescenza nella terra.
Il becco di un uccello ha spaccato la scorza
del suo cuore ne ha sparso sangue.
Mescolato alle essenze delle erbe,
al profumo dei fiori, al fluire incessante delle acque
torna a nutrire l’ albero. Lo farà fiorire e fruttificare
in un ciclo eterno di metamorfosi
in un campo sconfinato, in una zolla di terra
quanto basta a una lastra di pietra e l’ epitaffio:
“Non finisce qui la vita del Poeta”.

Relaxing From Sufferings Of Past…

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At the one stage of life

We stop at once by walking

All lasting memories seem us

As a skeleton of human ‘n

The fossils of lost being.

What do you all think that time?

But I think-we have to bury all past

In  grave by praying  at carnation

Beacause those all have lost attraction.

By passed time their values and

Beliefs have found no relief.

With growing heart ‘n mind and with passing time,

Past events went to waste,

As suffocated climate

As burden on the chest.

Uff,open all doors and windows

Of your memory’s Palazzo.

For relief from suffocation

And say “Welcome to Breezo”.

Reggia should build like a

Comfort zone for breathing lives,

Souls demand -not to be ignored,

Only talking with themselves.

❤🌹🙏🌹❤

Aruna Sharma.

18.12.2025

4:54PM