November 2003
As you’re born
dwelling on perennial suspension
and declension of past moments
is nothing but shells
devoid of passion and tenderness
to me you cometh
in sorrow and repentance
for not understanding
not listening
to the dark side of your soul.
After all
what seemed the expression of rot
was nothing but the realization
of the grey zone of the world.
Now you ask for forgiveness
and forgiven are you forever.
But you watch,
as deep down in the well of forgetfulness
lies the quiet time we all yearn for.
Copyright 2003 by Lorenzo Vantaggiato
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