<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=400741" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Dark Grace</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Was it a dream? All my roads were broken, <br>and I, being alone, of what to think? I distune<br>my thoughts; am I one in the ash of molten, <br>out of the world, abolished dreams, buffoon? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Mistral blows, (my soul) , to my direction, <br>it's a world stuck (welded) , this strange year, <br>in a deep dream, I foresaw, my suspension, <br>and I was again a buffoon protector of my tear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My vain efforts may become a threaded toy, <br>of your wind, a song benign in your tale, <br>thrown unerringly by ghosts, foolish decoy..<br>And I, windy tall, here I 'll be, in this wail.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So, be in Mist! A cold drift will be your next, <br>upon a sculptured bark, vision of lone beauty..<br>Was I handsome in your eyes and my text<br>a dropping dropp of lifeless Ocean, and a treaty? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My soul trembles (I said) cause I see an empty, <br>vulgar destiny where your beauty passed, <br>alone in a dim cloud of years, a crowned pity, <br>and I was a tear in a world of foolish caste.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of Angels was this masquerade, broken wings, <br>(as I said) , with my buffoon's colored face<br>A Mistral wind, and I, a puppet, without strings<br>after aphotic eyes stared in me, in dismal grace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Giorgio+Veneto">Giorgio Veneto</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=400741" data-title="Dark Grace de Giorgio Veneto" data-description="Was it a dream? All my roads were broken, and I, being alone, of what to think? I distune my thoughts; am I one in the ash of molten, out of the world, abolished dreams, buffoon? The Mistral blows, (my soul) , to my direction, it's a world st..."></div> </div> </div>

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