Poesie sulla primavera: Poesie sulla primavera

Poesie sulla primavera

Poesie sulla primavera is nothing very like verse to express a minute, a thought or a feeling unhampered by the conventional tenets of composing. Here I submit to you 3 lyrics that I have composed throughout the years about the most attractive of all seasons.

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I see you developing...

Focalizing..

..with that sneer....

I shudder..

The end is close..

I shudder

In misery..

your weaponry..

synthetic sights on me..

I can't run..or escape..

my legs..buried under me..

Not certain of my wrongdoing..

but..there was a period

When I ruled..this land..

I spread and traversed..

yellow and white..Naturally...

my seeds coasted cheerfully..

Until..THEY..decided

The locals needed to bite the dust..

Be that as it may, we won't leave...

We will battle and sit tight..

What's more, bother the hellfire out of you..

As I destroy your manicured view..

As I discreetly infiltrate..these pampered..Kentucky newcomers..who need their sun and water..and should be so affectionately and impeccably cut and shaded and and...ughhh..to hellfire with this rhyme..YOU'LL NEVER GET RID OF MEEEE!!

Wake Up

It was so noiseless..

Indeed, even the wind was whispering..

The maestro..magnificent in dark..

Gradually waving his cudgel

Round motion..figure eights..

Sky blue sunset sky...sillhouette...

Music notes sliP ping off the tip..

Of the trancelike movement..

Each note...finding its recognizable way...

Throught the woods..over ridges

To lethargic earth...and solidified streams...

Wake up...wake up...they whisper...

My eyes ripple

open...keen faculties..

..in my bed...the window rises..

The drapes...billow..to the music...

Sound waves...rush through the

Influencing shrubbery..

Frogs start to sing..crickets...

Yellow daffodils...sing hi

praise in sunny yellow

A solitary, day old moth in white...

battles against the screen for light..

Cudgel waves faster...and enthusiasm..

Fills all things...

Vacillating wings..

Of birds...finding their tune..

immersing the warm evening

Reverberating..

..reverberating

Wake up...

Wake up...beautiful..world

Spring is here..

.......at last..

Love

like little seeds

nometimes needs

to be set inside

Some earth to start

its trip

ever upward

The primal earth

creates

...encompasses

You're everything

your exceptionally being

however, it grows

frequently moderate

hues, hid

Abruptly

............. uncovered

at that point

Winter comes

blossoms kick the bucket

cold patches..

underground

Persistent

lie the seeds

the knobs

the recollections

Try not to give it a chance to solidify

Adoration will bloom

...once more